Yun Mo silently furrowed his brows, considering that given Xize's intelligence and wisdom, it's not surprising he has his own patented technology.
Moreover, after his return and retaking the management of FB, he had been busy dealing with an endless amount of work. It was understandable that he neglected to understand and care more about Xize.
"Are you sure, you really don't need my help arranging things?" Thus, Yun Mo slightly arched his eyebrows, shifted into a comfortable seated posture, ready to hear Gu Xize's thoughts.
Xize shook his head and looked at him seriously, "Uncle Yun, do you still remember what you told me when we experienced the air crash and were captured by the Primitive Tribe to be used as sacrifices?"
Yun Mo's gaze deepened as memories of many years ago flashed through his mind.
