Song Pianlan snapped, "What more could you possibly say? No matter how much you argue, it's futile. These are the results of Grandfather's years of research."
Si Mingjing remained calm. "Then let's assume that both my master and Grandfather discovered that the horns of the Tibetan Antelope could be refined into non-toxic Animal-derived Paclitaxel."
Those words were clearly intended to claim half of the glory!
How could Old Master Song allow her to do that!
Old Master Song's face turned livid. "Nonsense! Not only are you dishonest, but you also refuse to admit your mistakes. You're stubborn and unrepentant, simply incorrigible!"
"Whether or not I'm trying to steal Great Grandfather's research results can be decided after I finish speaking. After all, it's not like anyone is short on a few minutes, right?"
At this moment, Old Master Song wanted nothing more than to strike her down with his cane. "I'll see how you can keep quibbling."
