Although McLean had nothing good to say, they still made small talk.
"Chief, I have nothing to say when you analyze Tuesday's behavior."
"But!"
McLean changed the topic. "What do you mean you analyzed 77? You observed her?"
"Also, look at the chat now!"
As McLean spoke, he pointed at the screen.
Many of them were guessing which country was preparing to stir up trouble by creating this giant egg.
Moreover, from the bullet screens, one could see that.
Everyone's analysis was reasonable and reasonable.
"What would the chatroom know?! McLean, don't look at me like that. My observations are very detailed. You're not as good as 77!"
The director's tone and voice became more serious with his last sentence.
"You..."
Shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, McLean had nothing else to say.
He was indeed inferior to 77.
Even Shepherd, the National Treasure Scientist of China, was inferior to 77.
