I Agree With Everything Miss Gu Says

After hanging up the video call, Mark looked at Gu Xiqiao with a conflicted expression on his face. She was still sitting in front of the computer and typing away. The lights in the laboratory were bright, reflecting her ice complexion that resembled snow, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath her eyelids.

She seemed to have finished typing at this time, and pressed the print button. She leaned back against the chair as she waited, looking elegant and indifferent. 

Mark saw a few youngsters come in, looking in her direction dreamily, and he couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head.

It was hard to imagine that so many futuristic studies and research had come from this girl in front of him that was below the age of twenty.