The old man smiled warmly and said, "Hello Xihe, please have a seat."
Qin Xin, not standing on ceremony, calmly sat on the sofa opposite him. "Hello, Mr. Wolf."
Indeed, her judgment was correct. To meet Wolff, participating in the racing competition was the right choice.
Wolff and the racing team were indeed intricately connected.
All that talk about a low-profile family and an ancestral medical equipment business was just a façade for the outside world.
A family involved with robots could never truly keep a low profile.
With a benevolent expression, Wolff looked even more like Santa Claus than Principal Zhou's portrait. "Xihe, today we in Asia lost to someone talented like you, and we're convinced of your superiority. Come, Dancer, pour a drink for Xihe."
Qin Xin lightly pressed down on the rim of the glass with her hand, blocking it. "Sorry, I don't drink. After all, alcohol will disrupt my programming."
Everyone present was startled.
