Upon hearing Su Mucheng's question, Qiao Ze shook his head and said, "Still no news. Li mentioned that it's normal for foreign journal editorial offices to be inefficient."
"Humph! Those bad guys!" Su Mucheng snorted in frustration.
Those foreign journal editors were too impolite.
Su Mucheng didn't find it exaggerated for Qiao Ze to finish a paper in eight hours and have it directly submitted by Li Jian Gao to an international core math journal.
She also didn't think it was normal for a paper to need revisions.
Not to mention that even Li Jian Gao found the reviewers' comments hilariously off-base.
In any case, Su Mucheng always believed that only saints could help reason over kin, and she was just a little woman.
So, of course, her Qiao Ze was right.
"Hm?" Qiao Ze looked at Su Mucheng again, seemingly unsure about where this sudden irritation was coming from.
"Aren't you angry, Qiao Ze?" Su Mucheng asked seriously in a low voice.