"Has Huo Lin gone mad?"
Pei Ya couldn't figure out why Huo Lin would agree, unless Huo Lin was also sick.
After thinking for a bit, Qiao Yun denied, "No, he's quite normal."
"Is that so..." Pei Ya sat on the chair, maintaining a slightly open mouth.
Seeing this, Qiao Yun thought he looked incredibly foolish.
So disparaging.
After pondering for a moment, Pei Ya suddenly had a realization and slapped the table hard: "I get it! He's just humoring you."
Qiao Yun recalled Huo Lin's expression at the time and continued to deny: "No, he was serious."
Pei Ya was utterly confused.
How could Huo Lin be so kind-hearted? Is he not afraid of public attacks, not afraid of ruin and disgrace?
He said blankly, "What on earth is he thinking?"
Actually, Qiao Yun didn't understand Huo Lin's thoughts either, but it didn't matter, as long as her goal was achieved.
Li Hanzhou spoke in a light and unhurried voice, "Huo Lin might be the last person to want the AI system."
