In contrast to Yang Qingyue's near-clash gunfight, Ling Qingyu's mood was on the other spectrum
Hopping on her large bed, Ling Qingyu bumped a couple of times, her eyes deadlocked on the phone.
Athena had already developed a new phone system and Ling Qingyu decided to test it out.
After creating a backup for her files, Athena downloaded the files, installed the software, and restarted the device.
Ling Qingyu was looking forward to her daughter's creation. The screen remained black before it brightened into a white background.
A black silhouette of a warrioress in ancient Greek style appeared. Holding a big buckler on her left hand and a spear on her right, the female shape stood strong.
Underneath the shadow lay the software name—Athena. And more words written underneath—Spirit Electronics.
Okay! Ling Qingyu smiled helplessly. "Athena, what's with the shape and the software name?"
