Gu Yanshen looked down.
"Hug," Gu An said concisely.
Gu Yanshen bent over and scooped his son up.
Gu An pointed at the wreckage of the machine that had exploded.
"Over there."
Although Gu Yanshen didn't know what his son intended to do, he trusted the boy.
He took big strides over the police line, holding Gu An, and stood in front of the twisted scrap metal.
Director Wang laughed.
He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, as if he had heard a gigantic joke.
"Lin Wan Yi, Mr. Gu, what are you doing?"
"Bringing a baby out as a scapegoat?"
"Having a kid who still wears diaper shorts do a technical assessment?"
"It's utterly ridiculous!"
Several technicians nearby looked at each other, thinking this situation was too outrageous.
The German experts spread their hands, saying in awkward Chinese, "This is not scientific; this is nonsense."
Lin Wan Yi didn't pay attention to the noise.
She only looked quietly at her son.
"An An, do what you want to do."
