Nian Shutong ignored Rubble trying to console himself. She walked around the robot twice, noting its ugly appearance, marred with rust and a patchwork vibe.
But that was secondary.
"Rubble, can it be used now?"
That was the question Nian Shutong cared about. She had had enough of working; being tired was secondary, it was mainly about the money lost.
No money, no seeds. No seeds, no cultivation resources or food to eat.
The consequences would be grave.
Rubble, sitting on the ground and having finished consoling himself, looked earnestly at Nian Shutong and said, "Ms. Nian Shutong, please do not doubt Rubble's abilities. Rubble is part of the great Mechanical Clan. Our legacy spans over billions of years..."
"Cut the crap! Does it work or not?" Nian Shutong's slightly louder tone startled Rubble again, causing his voice to tremble with a hint of grievance.
"What Rubble builds, works well."
Nian Shutong felt her temples throbbing and glanced at Rubble without saying a word.
