Tang Shu once again glanced at Ren Xiazhi, who was gritting his teeth because of shaky hands, and uttered a sentence very calmly.
"Because the Sleeve Arrow was designed by me."
The young boy's face, full of deep-seated grievances, suddenly stiffened, "…I should have thought of that."
It's no wonder Captain Wen asked him to bring the combat aircraft design drawings to Tang Shu. Turns out the person is a real mechanical big shot!
Ren Xiazhi shrank back in awe, not speaking again. So, how on earth did she manage to have both extraordinary physical fitness and intelligence? He and comrade Zhou Daniu were the ones who were normal!
Unapproachable, truly unapproachable.
While the young boy was caught in his dilemma, over there Tang Shu had already fixed several minor issues with the engine and casually tossed the design drawings back to him.
"Bring the drawings to Plants & Herbs Hall next time."
"…Don't tell me you've already fixed them?"
