In the brightly lit living room by the sun, the elderly and the young appeared very quiet, each contemplating different issues. For a moment, the living room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, except for the humming of Mo Jingchun's laptop cooling fan.
After a brief silence, Chen Xihe raised his head and looked at Mo Jingchun, saying earnestly, "Mo Jingchun, you know, compared to civilian use, it's more suited for military applications."
This time, Chen Xihe called out Mo Jingchun's full name instead of Xiaochun, showing how shocked he was by the algorithm Mo Jingchun designed.
