The footsteps didn't stop, and went straight to Master Wang's workshop.
They looked at one other doubtfully.
Who dared to go straight to their master's workshop? Weren't they afraid of being punished for this?
However, they quickly ignored this matter and went back to talking about the fighter jet.
Feng Wu asked, "How far are you on the research on the fighter jet?"
Mo Ziming rubbed his chin. Although he liked Feng Wu very much, he still wouldn't tell her about such a confidential matter.
Feng Wu said grumpily, "Mo Ziming, did the board you give to Master Wang represent the highest level of research you've ever done?"
Mo Ziming almost choked. He suddenly had a feeling that the success he was so proud of wasn't worth mentioning.
It had to be his imagination, right?
"Can you understand it?" Mo Ziming looked at Feng Wu suspiciously.
Before Feng Wu could say anything, she heard the sound of a teacup falling to the ground next door.
"I'd rather die than ask for his help!
