"Any guidance?"
Isis glanced back, the starlight in her eyes still indifferent, as if she were all ears.
It made Yan Fei even more nervous!
The shadow of high-pressure learning rose like a tide, trembling under those eyes, "No, nothing, it's just that... 0012... are you talking about me?"
"Workshop registered employee number D0012 Yan Fei, do you have any objections to your identity?"
"No, none."
"Very well." Isis nodded, "If you don't plan to wait for me to list your tactical mistakes and decision-making errors, then please go take shelter with 0011."
"Wait, no..." Yan Fei was dumbfounded, "Why is Ah Chang one number before me?"
"Let's go, brother, hurry hurry..."
Yan Chang obediently started the wheelchair and tugged his brother's neck, pulling him towards the basement.
Then, Isis looked at Tang Qian.
Tang Qian lied flat, raised his hands, even flipped over, squirming, he moved aside from the doorway, no longer blocking it.
Please pretend I don't exist, thank you.
