Xiao Yue pouted, her eyes glazing over with suspicion and mockery, forcing Ling Qingyu to raise her palm as if swearing an oath.
"Alright. You own colossal satellite constellations, Athena's godlike reach, Medicinal Island with cutting-edge technology and connections, immense wealth—and what, a nanoprinter?" Xiao Yue paused. "And that's the plan you came up with? Just that? Think outside the box, Ling Qingyu."
Ling Qingyu nearly cringed and shrank under Xiao Yue's bluntness. Every word struck her like a hammer, forcing her head to droop lower as if her confidence were being shattered.
Seeing her reaction, Xiao Yue gasped. "What?! Do you expect me to compliment you?"
"At least I expected softer words from you," Ling Qingyu muttered.
"Well, I believe my words are very neutral and impactful," Xiao Yue rolled her eyes.
"It's your tone, alright?" Ling Qingyu felt exasperated, though she didn't truly mind the outburst.
