Fatty's voice gradually faded in the spacious hall. All around, the noise of chatter suddenly rose.
Whether they were generals from various countries or scientists from the international research team, everyone was whispering and discussing.
The troublemaking Fatty nonchalantly glanced at the corner of the hall. There, Milan stood behind a slightly frowning Boswell, holding the hand of a little kid with an innocent face, secretly making a funny face at him, both joyful and proud.
As clever as Milan was, how could she not know that Fatty was seizing the opportunity to vent the grievances he and Boswell suffered in the joint research team? Due to the bandit army being prioritized with the Thunderbolt, there were all sorts of voices in this team. Especially those Feiyang scientists standing next to Barbara, speaking sarcastically in indirect accusations. It was as if she and her teacher had stolen something from them.
