She always thought entering a numeric password was troublesome, and it was a simple and ancient identification method.
Eighteen years later, such passwords had gradually retreated from the stage; they mostly used fingerprints and pupils. The more advanced ones used blood passwords, of course, those were favored by Guo Jia's military.
Feng Yi couldn't believe it; she tried all ten of her fingers, and each of them worked!
Her fingerprints were really recorded by Uncle Ning.
Feng Yi was overjoyed: "You never collected my fingerprints, when did you do it?"
Ning Yan, seeing her joy, slightly pulled the curve on his lips, trying to maintain a cool appearance, said: "Nothing much, when I was chatting with the director yesterday, they were taken from the cooperation agreement you signed."
The only place in the Research Institute with Feng Yi's fingerprint was that agreement.
"Then... what's with the door?"
