Rowena's face was pale; this was precisely the response that unsettled her the most.
In the past, Lindong wouldn't care whether her inner self felt good or not. Even those familiar with the First Chief would gossip behind her back, calling her an unfeeling mad scientist. It was a pity that she once thought the same, but for Rowena, this was both Lindong's strength and her greatest charm.
The First Chief was the only one who completely abandoned sentiment.
"So, we're allies, grasshoppers tied to the same rope."
Rowena did not follow Lindong's words; she chose the third path, hoping for a rational explanation that made sense. "For your plan, you need more helpers, so you can leverage the friendship between us... Go ahead, how do you want me to help you?"
"I want you to stay away from the First Special District before everything ends."
"Why? Have you taken a fancy to my lab?"
