Just as Ye Liang had anticipated, it wasn't just simple training, it was sealed training; even Ke Ji had been called for closed training guidance. Watching Luo Qianqian walk calmly into the secret research institute, Ye Liang felt a slight surge of acidity in his heart.
"Are you Ye Meng?" A man in a black tracksuit suddenly appeared behind Luo Qianqian. His chilling voice reached Luo Qianqian, who was enjoying her hot milk.
Luo Qianqian was startled by the cold voice, instinctively stood up, and dropped the milk. The milk splashed onto the ground, and she stiffly turned around. Although her hair was glossy black, the neatness of its length was not commendable. Her eyes had red bloodshot streaks, and beneath them were thick dark circles. Her lips were a sickly pale color. Her figure was emaciated, scarily thin as if a skeleton had just been covered with a layer of human skin.
"Are you, or are you not?" the man squinted his eyes, staring fixedly at Luo Qianqian.
