Yang Ming asked, "What do you mean?"
"She seems to be really crying."
Yang Ming: ...
"Ahem!"
Yang Ming put down his crossed legs, frowned, and said:
"What do you mean by this? Claiming to be a Mechanical Thought Body by the name of 'Li', your tactics have no effect on me.
"Given the current situation, you'd better be honest with me about who you are, where you're from, and what exactly you want to do."
The young girl 'Li' continued to squat there, crying incessantly.
Yang Ming felt overwhelmed.
Ling Xin also walked up to Yang Ming with her hands behind her back and quietly asked, "Would you like me to communicate with her?"
Yang Ming reminded her, "Make sure no virus contaminates you."
"Don't worry," Ling Xin smiled gently, "I'm not that fragile."
Lyu, standing nearby, also nodded in agreement.
