As a doctor, Chen Cang naturally wouldn't talk nonsense.
Hmm, those in the medical profession don't lie.
At this moment, Yang Shang's expression displayed a typical hyperthyroid face—eyes widened in shock, gaze darting about.
And mixed with some signs of myxedema—dull eyes and slow reactions.
Chen Cang sighed. It was hard enough for someone to come buy his patent, and it turned out to be a fool...
Thinking of this, Chen Cang let out a sigh, shook his head with some disappointment, and prepared to keep walking forward.
Yang Shang suddenly grabbed Chen Cang's hand.
"Professor Chen! Wait a moment!"
Chen Cang was stunned. When soft doesn't work, let's go hard?
Why don't you send a young lady to chat with me instead?
Hmm, those two sentences had no relation to each other.
Yang Shang calmed himself down, returned to a normal expression, and revealed an awkward yet polite smile: "Professor Chen, don't you want to join in building and developing this project?"
