"Dad, I think this time, we're definitely done for!" Nangong Ruiyang had a mental breakdown as he answered the phone call from his father, staring at the laptop screen in front of him, almost bursting into tears.
The Chen's are not human; they're beasts!
What's even the purpose of creating such a thing?
Which family's combat aircraft didn't even test in wind tunnels but instead relied purely on hard crashes—crashes that occurred over a hundred times, making life unbearable?
If it weren't for the fact that the Chen's had already fled, Nangong Ruiyang would almost feel like confronting them directly, ready to mutually destroy each other.
"..."
Nangong Chengyu, the deputy chief designer of the "Canglong" project team, only had this one son.
As soon as Shen Songling received the message and gradually realized the situation, he understood that Chen Xiao'er had planted such a big bomb for the members of the "Canglong" project team and then just dusted his hands off and fled.