Little LAN is the heir of the Research Institute

Jiang boning was still looking at Liu wanshuang with disdain.

His tightly furrowed brows did not relax at all. After a long silence, he asked, " the youngest? How old are you?"

"I'm twenty this year." Liu wanshuang raised her head with confidence.

Jiang boning gradually revealed an expression that was difficult to express in a few words.

He slowly turned his head to look at Shi qinglan beside him, only to see that she had taken out her phone again and was playing with it nonchalantly, as if she did not care about these things at all.

"You're still chatting? are you planning to cancel the surgery?"

Shi qinglan's Red lips curved up slightly. She raised her eyes and looked at these people, her phone circling in her fingers.

Jiang boning quivered and instantly shut up.