Xu Nanjing didn't find Bai Lian, but saw clearly what Jiang Fulai was up to—he was—
Sorting junk?
Xu Nanjing finally understood how Ming Dongheng felt back in Xiangcheng.
Aside from his research, Young Master Jiang wasted not a second with anyone else; his hands used to handle delicate instruments, scale rulers accurate to the millimeter for gunpowder, and pens wielded with decisive lethality upon his team members...
Not to mention sorting junk, if he were willing to pour himself a cup of water, Xu Nanjing would doubt the reality of this world.
"Xiaoming," Xu Nanjing went out to the balcony and spoke to Ming Dongheng, "where's Alian?"
Ming Dongheng looked up, his reply succinct: "She's gone out to eat with her mom."
Xu Nanjing hadn't seen Ming Dongheng for a while and was startled by his eyes, "Xiaoming, how come you're as intimidating as Sister Beixuan now!"