Seeing his mother so happy, he didn't want to dampen her spirits and nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange that."
"That's right," Fu Yun sighed, as if reminiscing, "I see some of your aunt's traits in her."
A chill flickered in the depths of Huo Lin's eyes.
Fu Yun sighed, not wanting to bring up sad topics, she watched her son's face and whispered, "What do you think about Achi's situation?"
Huo Lin snapped the file shut, "Did Huo Yaozong come to you?"
Fu Yun scolded, "Mind your manners; he's your third uncle. How can you address him by name like that?"
Huo Lin scoffed, "When father had his troubles, I remember you asking for his help, and he didn't even spare you a glance."
More than a decade ago, it was Huo Lin's father who was in charge of AI system development. Later, an accident occurred during testing, and the AI system project was put on hold. Despite this, the issue blew up.
