"Sun Bro, do you have any masks here? Since this is a biological laboratory, you should have these basic supplies, right?"
As Sun Miao kept coming closer, Ren Zhong started regretting taking off all his gear upstairs.
In hindsight, he should have kept his helmet on, at least it could have masked the smell a bit.
Sun Miao let out a surprised "huh," grabbed a pitch-black mask from the side, and handed it to Ren Zhong, "Didn't think you knew quite a bit. A standard bio lab isn't like this, but I'm on a tight budget, you know? These standardized measures are skipped when possible, my setup is just slightly below standard, bear with it."
This is what you call slightly below standard?
This looks like the aftermath of a rock band's concert!
Ren Zhong didn't dare to take this black, sticky, suspicious-looking mask, "Fine, I'll manage without the mask."
What he really cared about was Sun Miao's quality control.
