"Elena?" Ling Qingyu called out to her second daughter, who wore black-tech spectacles with a gleam of excitement.
"On it, Mom. It's always best to kaboom first and talk later. Some people only speak properly after a little shock therapy," came Elena's cheerful response.
Her voice brimmed with delight—just from delivering fire support for her mother, even if only once.
Ling Qingyu's lips twitched slightly. She hadn't even said anything yet, and Elena already understood.
And what did her daughter meant by kabooming first? This must be the last resort, always. Plus, it had been for so long Elena hardly acted. It was understandable for this little girl to become exhilarated from her request. She must have been seeking her words.
How long had she been waiting for this? With Elena's inherently violent streak, the result wasn't surprising. Ling Qingyu never expected otherwise.
Her call drew the President's attention.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.
