As Old Zhu introduced the scenarios in which the robotic arm could be used, Ding Chen's expression became more spirited.
The more they talked, the happier they became. Slowly, they came to the same conclusion.
Ding Chen slapped Old Zhu's shoulder. "You're quite a nice guy. If you hadn't told us about the pros and cons, perhaps Tiantian would have given the technology to someone else easily. You can tell that although my niece is good at technology, she's a lot worse at grasping people's hearts."
Old Zhu rubbed his shoulder that ached from Ding Chen's slap and complained, "I don't think you're any better than Tiantian."
Huo Tian agreed. "That's right. Uncle still has the cheek to criticize me."
