Liao Kai grimaced as if he had a toothache. It looked like the problem most likely lay with the Second Young Master.
The Second Young Master's experiment had failed, and President Ji had been furious when he found out. But he was afraid the Second Young Master would feel guilty, so he couldn't bear to reproach him. Instead, President Ji had bottled it all up until he made himself sick with anger.
Thinking about it, those pieces of equipment alone must have cost several billion. No matter how rich President Ji was...
"Liao Kai? Liao Kai?"
Liao Kai abruptly snapped out of his thoughts and found Uncle Yang looking at him. "What are you thinking about? You didn't even respond when I spoke to you."
Liao Kai brushed it off with a vague "nothing," then asked, "What did you just say?"
"I said the Eldest Young Master is ill. I'll call the Second Young Master and tell him..."
"Don't-"
Uncle Yang froze at his shout. "What's wrong?"
Liao Kai coughed awkwardly. "You don't know this, but the Second Young Master went abroad on business a while ago. If you suddenly tell him now, what if he gets anxious and something happens to him on the way back?"
"But the Eldest Young Master is ill. Surely we should let the Second Young Master know?"
"I'll call the Second Young Master and tell him later."
The butler thought it over. "All right."
Liao Kai figured he would stall a little longer. The Second Young Master must already be devastated by the failed experiment. He should let the Eldest Young Master recover a little before the two met.
That delay stretched into three days.
Wang Mian came out of the laboratory and leaned against the wall, his eyes vacant. He looked like a