As for where exactly the flaw lies... well, Alice Phil definitely couldn't point it out. In Duanmu Huai's view, as a female, Alice Phil indeed seems perfect, with a nice figure and soft skin, and her reactions are quite endearing... ahem, I'm digressing.
After all, she is considered a "perfect" artificial human.
So strictly speaking, the two of them are different.
Hmm, Duanmu Huai can let this go now.
"Sigh..."
Taking a breath, Duanmu Huai stepped into the living room, where Alice Phil, upon seeing him, hurriedly rose to her feet.
"You're back, MASTER."
"Yes, I'm back."
"I also saw Miss Mary just now, she said she needs to go tidy up..."
"Ah..."
Hearing Alice Phil's report, Duanmu Huai smiled wryly—the tactics against the Son of the Black Goat had been perfect, albeit not without losses. Besides a dozen Night Guards, the biggest problem was—Mary's hair got singed.
