Lu Mian sat in the audience, understanding Lu Yutian's intention. It was nothing more than trying to draw her out to draw fire and oppress the Yun family in passing.
Her brows slightly furrowed, and when her feathered lashes lowered, they cast a beautiful fan-shaped shadow over her eyes.
The young girl sat in her seat, glanced down at her watch, and smiled faintly.
"You have eighteen minutes left."
"Heh."
On stage, Lu Yutian almost laughed out loud when she heard that. If Lu Mian whipped out a laptop right now and boastfully proclaimed she could hack the ninth-generation system, maybe she'd believe her for a second.
But saying that the system would have issues in twenty minutes?
What a joke?!
Was Lu Mian crazy or stupid? This was the ninth-generation system she, Lu Yutian, had developed. Her understanding of this generation was more thorough than her understanding of her own body.
Not just twenty minutes, even after twenty days of operation, there wouldn't be any problems!
