"A defective product is still a defective product,"
Huo Zhu was as cold as frost.
After Gu Jingyi's mission had failed, he had said the same thing.
Then he'd discarded the experimental subject without a trace of mercy,
as if throwing away trash.
And after hearing such cold, unfeeling words, Hua Ying not only didn't get angry but kept apologizing.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry... I'll fix it right away."
Seeing this, Lu Mian thought of a mental disorder: Stockholm syndrome.
As a victim, falling in love with one's own captor, becoming utterly dependent on and protective of them.
Hua Ying was in such a state.
Huo Zhu had even become her faith, to the point Hua Ying could abandon her own father.
Lu Mian looked calmly towards the figure on the high platform, thinking that this man seated high above seemed more like a PUA master of psychological manipulation.
In short, two words.
Sick.
"Do you need my help?" Lu Mian slowly walked to Hua Ying's side.
