In fact, just as Fan Tian Lei had guessed, inside Li Ruo Bai's little home, a beautiful woman sat across from her and asked softly, "Ruoruo, have you really made up your mind?"
"Yes!" Li Ruo Bai said seriously. "I want to study this field. I believe that with my abilities, while I might not become a renowned designer, I should have no problem leading a laboratory."
"For that boy?" The beautiful woman was naturally Li Ruo Bai's mother. At this moment, though, there was obvious jealousy on her face. Just as her husband had guessed, nothing really had happened between that boy and Ruobai.
But what surprised her was that her precious daughter refused to say what exactly had happened between them. In any case, she only said one thing: she wanted to study aircraft design—or rather, she wanted to learn how to design an outstanding fighter jet!
"Yes, Mom. You don't need to ask about him. His information is classified. He told me, but I can't tell you or Dad. But I know what I'm doing, and I also know that I'm not a genius in scientific research. Still, I can learn this knowledge until I understand design. Mom, to put it bluntly, I need to understand this knowledge so I can lead geniuses!"
"I want to establish my own laboratory, one focused on fighter jet-related technological design. I don't care who the chief designer is. As long as it is successfully developed in a laboratory under my leadership, that's enough. That way, my clearance level will rise too, right?" Li Ruo Bai was unusually calm.
Li Ruo Bai's mother gave a bitter smile. She had never seen this side of her daughter before. The things she said were often the harsh realities of the adult world. She