"Okay." Fang Ping smiled.
Though Ackerman couldn't wield the surgical knife, he stayed the entire time, keeping an eye on the surgery. After hours, he was quite exhausted.
Jian Xi understandingly offered the snacks and fruits that Jing Xianjun brought: "Mr. Ackerman, please take a break and have some fruit."
"Okay." Ackerman sat down on the sofa and instructed Fang Ping to prepare for leaving.
Jian Xi knew he must have something to say, so she sat down on the sofa opposite him.
Sure enough, Ackerman, seeing no one around, asked in a low voice, "Did you give the stuff I wrote to you last time to the Beidou Gang?"
"Yes."
"They haven't discovered anything, right?"
"Not yet."
"Eventually, they will find out it's fake. I'll give you the real technology." Ackerman discreetly took out a small USB drive from his pocket, handing it to Jian Xi.
Jian Xi was taken aback: "This, this, this..."
