Huo Yutong was not very old, only in her early twenties, but she was an extraordinary girl.
Perhaps influenced by her father, she had been interested in technical things from a young age.
However, she chose a different path from her father's, who had selected car transmissions.
Instead, she focused on chip technology.
At only twenty-one, she had already published hundreds of papers in the field of chip technology.
It would be presumptuous to say that she is the top talent in this industry, but she is certainly the top talent of the future.
By this time in Tianhai City, the night had deepened.
Huo Yutong sat nervously in the café with her best friend Zhang Meiyu.
Opposite them were several men.
The one leading them was young, elegant, but his eyes betrayed his dominance and arrogance.
This person was Xu Shaoming, the young master of the great Tianhai family clan.
Sitting beside him was a woman from Dongying.
She was conversing with Huo Yutong in fluent Mandarin.
