Huo Shaoheng thought of Gu Nianzhi and lowered his head slightly. His lips curved into a smile, and his mood actually improved.
To be honest, the matter was still unresolved. But he was no longer depressed.
"It should be fine." Huo Shaoheng withdrew his hand and stood up from the windowsill. He tossed his cigarette into the trash can. "It was just a few lines of code. It should have been an accident."
"What code?" Gu Nianzhi wanted to talk more with him, so she asked.
Huo Shaoheng thought for a moment and told her about the fact that the missiles at the Rihe City military base had identified his private plane as an enemy plane. He added, "I'd like to help them improve the code, but it's not something that can be done in a short period of time. I can only report it after the military parade."
Gu Nianzhi listened to his explanation. The situation felt vaguely familiar to her.
