If it weren't for Ning Zhuo's innocent, eager face, and the clear, untainted innocence in his distinctly black and white eyes, Lin Shanshan would have scolded him as a "playboy."
Lin Shanshan was about to refuse, when Ning Zhuo slapped his belt and took out the previously mentioned Mechanical Arm.
"Miss Lin, these two Mechanical Floating Hands, I am giving them to you."
"Will you control them and guide my martial arts?"
Lin Shanshan gasped in surprise, her annoyance greatly diminished, and she hesitated, "These Mechanical Floating Hands are your trump card, and you're just giving them to me?"
What kind of trump card is that!
Yet, Ning Zhuo still seemed hesitant for a moment.
Then, he sincerely said, "Firstly, I trust your character, Miss. Even if I reveal the details of the Mechanical Arm before you, I have no worries at all."
