"A gift?"
What the hell kind of gift!
Han Su really wanted to say, You can stop with all this.
To him, Ms. Shen with the Crystal Skull and the head of Abyss Studio without it were one and the same.
She was the one who had coldly tried to kill him, and she was also the one who had clung to him, weeping.
She had become two different people, as if she'd been given a get-out-of-jail-free card, as if everything she'd done could be forgiven, as if he had to understand her pain and why she'd done those things. But he didn't understand at all.
After all, if being near the Crystal Skull made her remember that he was her child, then before Lu Neng had stolen the skull and given it to him, hadn't she had a chance to get near it?
What had she done then?
Hadn't she simply wallowed in self-pity, then steeled herself and thrown the Crystal Skull far away?
So how much was this mother-and-son bond really worth?
But unlike Han Su's indifference, Ms. Shen seemed to have made up her mind. She quickly took a few steps.
The space was small, located on the lowest level of Abyss Studio, and filled with dense, intricate machinery.
She seemed to have brought Han Su here to gain a little more time to talk.
But now she slowly raised her hand and pressed it against the mass of intricate machinery.
As strange arcs of electricity flashed, the enormous machinery began to fold in on itself, shifting and collapsing with meticulous precision. In her hands, it quickly shrank into a small, strange yet exquisite piece.
"Hm?"
When he got a clear look at the piece of machinery, Han Su couldn't help feeling surprised.
Was this—
—a Mechanical