Meanwhile.
Andrew is contacting Volkov.
Among the people he knows, only those from the Technology Association are familiar with Professor Qiao, so the first person he thought of was Volkov.
When Andrew called, Volkov was still discussing an equation with Simon.
He raised an eyebrow as he saw the caller ID.
What a rare visitor.
He and Andrew only had basic social interactions, not close enough to disturb each other at such a late hour.
Without much thought, Volkov guessed Andrew's intention.
He first signaled to Simon to pause, then answered the call. Before the other side could speak, he said with a voice full of intonation: "Let me guess who this is, oh heavens, it's actually Andrew. A rare occasion for you to contact me. Do you need my help with something?"
Andrew was silent for a moment.
Was it his imagination, or did he sense sarcasm in that sentence?
He frowned, smiling as he said, "You really can't hide anything from you, I do need your help."
"Oh? What is it?"
