Lucy Ansley asked flatly, "Checking what?"
"Your personal information." The caller was none other than the owner of Lordspring Tech, Julian Blaze.
Julian Blaze exhaled a thin plume of smoke, teasing with ill intent, "I heard the other side is a big tech R&D company. They've been talking to the information department these past few days, wanting your personal information. So tell me... should I give it to them or not?"
Lucy Ansley: "Whatever."
The receiver was quiet for two seconds, then Julian Blaze couldn't help but sneer, "After all, the information you registered with is fake, so even if I give it out, it doesn't matter to you, right?"
Lucy Ansley glanced at the fleeting street scenery outside and asked indifferently, "Anything else?"
Julian Blaze felt like he was punching cotton: "..."
