Xiao Qimo was momentarily at a loss to describe the feeling.
It was hard to imagine that such words could come from the mouth of a twenty-year-old young woman.
While everyone else was racking their brains to save the existing Netherman, only she, a person not from the industry, proposed an idea from another angle.
And the key was that this idea was very insightful.
Moreover, she used terms like space transmission and form reconfiguration, which revealed her level of knowledge at a glance.
His dark eyes looked at her, or more precisely, surveyed her entire body.
As if trying to see through something.
Lu Mian noticed that Xiao Qimo's expression was a bit strange and thought she might have inadvertently belittled his research team, so she prodded his shoulder gently.
"Director Qimo? I was just talking nonsense, your team members must have ruled out this possibility from the start. They know much more than I do, don't take it seriously."
