If we go by what Lin Yun said, does that mean their entire research institute has become a farming operation?
"Lin Yun, skip this topic. I'm not going to compete, I'm quite satisfied with my current job," Qiao Jing said.
Being unable to reveal her identity, she could only resort to farming for the time being, which wasn't so bad.
Lin Yun glared at Qiao Jing, his anger boiling with no outlet for release. He couldn't just smash things, nor could he strike someone, so what could he do...
In a moment of heated anger, he reached up and tore off the fake beard glued to his face, hoping it would relieve his frustration.
But because he pulled too hard, he ended up hurting his skin, and he yelped in pain.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing couldn't help but snicker.
Lin Yun, clutching his chin in pain, glared fiercely at Qiao Jing and cursed,
"What are you laughing at? Do you think you'll be able to laugh while farming? You reject a better, more comfortable life for farming!"
