She phoned Yang Lin at the stairwell entrance.
"Sister Lian," came Yang Lin's calm and mechanical voice over the phone.
"Grandpa asked me to bring you something. I'm at the Experimental Building now," Bai Lian said.
Yang Lin's voice was as unvarying as ever, devoid of emotional fluctuation, and she succinctly replied, "The last laboratory on the third floor."
Bai Lian hung up the phone and waited at the stairwell entrance for another two minutes before heading to the laboratory.
The laboratory door was shut tight. When she arrived, Yang Lin was holding a record report in one hand and a black pen in the other, still wearing black-framed glasses, her skin snow-white.
Her bangs and glasses concealed her clear and cool eyes.
"I'm writing the experimental schedule," Yang Lin said as she placed the pen and report on the table and adjusted her black-framed glasses.