Lin Han turned the pen with his fingers and asked softly: "I'm still curious about what the general thinks of me. Just tell me, Lieutenant Colonel Lu, I won't tell the general."

Lu Anhe glanced desperately at He Yunting, who was "not online the whole time": "This..."

He began to wink at He Yunting, meaning, boss, please see how you explain it.

He Yunting was also a little confused, but he quickly realized and took two steps closer to Lu Anhe.

He simply wanted to find paper and pen to write answers to Lu Anhe.

As a result, when Lu Anhe just walked over, in order to avoid it, his finger accidentally clicked on the video button on the communicator.

"Fuck-" Lu Anhe didn't have time to withdraw, the request had already been sent.

"Lieutenant Colonel Lu?"

Suddenly, a video request popped up on Lin Han's communicator. He didn't know why Lu Anhe suddenly decided to say it in this way, but he still clicked Agree. The communicator turned on and a virtual light screen popped up.

So Lin Han saw Lu An and He Yunting, who was "not there" on the opposite side of the screen.

"..."

"..."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Lu Anhe, who was slapped in the face within seconds, had a look of sadness on his face, while He Yunting and Lin Han looked at each other in front of the light screen.

The air is full of "happy" atmosphere.

Fortunately, Lin Han responded quickly: "Since the general wants to speak for himself, that's fine."

"What exactly do you think of me?"

Lin Han said leisurely to the video screen thousands of miles away.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

When Lin Han thought He Yunting wouldn't answer the question, he planned to skip it.

He Yunting, who had always kept a straight face, finally spoke.

"Mr. Lin... is very beautiful."

He Yunting really didn't know what to say, and he didn't want Lin Han to wait too long before blurting out.

"..." Before Lin Han could react on the other side, Lieutenant Colonel Lu, who had witnessed the whole process in the corner of the United Front Work Department, was stunned and held his forehead in despair.

…it’s better not to say anything!

Lin Han was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips at the other end of the screen.

He Yunting looked at the young man on the electronic screen. He should be still in the research institute. Behind him was a dense pile of complex electronic boards. He curled his mouth in the cold data and looked more and more animated.

The young man's eyes were bright, as if he was thinking about something.

"Then the general asked me to do mecha debugging just because I'm pretty?"

"Of course not." He Yunting's face tightened and he answered quickly this time.

"What is that?"

He Yunting glanced at Lu Anhe who was sitting in the corner.

Due to their position, Lu Anhe was outside of Lin Han's viewing range. Lin Han could only see He Yunting's face, but could not see Lieutenant Colonel Lu, who was holding back a rich expression and wanted to make fun of his boss but did not dare to laugh too much.

He Yunting looked away, his expression becoming colder again.

Lu Anhe felt something bad at this moment.

Will he... again?

"It's because," He Yunting said coldly, "Lu Anhe's mecha is broken."

"--This time it's really broken."

Lin Han finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud on the screen.

He Yunting, male, 29 years old, is in great crisis.
Chapter completed!