Wasting My Feelings
When Wang Yue saw Qiao Jingjing walk away from him, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, not everyone could resist the temptation of a ripe, mature peach at such close range.
He adjusted his posture, kept his head down, and stared at his phone screen. In an apparently focused voice, he said, "Xiao Zhou, cast this game onto the TV."
Qiao Jingjing had been in show business long enough to know exactly what Wang Yue's gesture meant. She was secretly pleased. It seemed her charms hadn't diminished after all.
She mischievously thought, You made fun of me and used an artificial intelligence to waste my feelings. Now I'm going to make a fool of you, too.
Wang Yue had no idea what Qiao Jingjing was thinking. He pretended to focus on the game, and his assistant Xiao Zhou helpfully broke the awkward silence. The TV soon replied, "All right, boss. I'll cast it now."
As soon as Xiao Zhou finished speaking, the picture on the TV began to change. A moment later, Wang Yue's game appeared on the screen. Qiao Jingjing's TV had never been paired with Xiao Zhou's phone, but that wasn't a problem.
Qiao Jingjing watched Wang Yue casually direct Xiao Zhou to switch the TV input. First, she was amazed that Xiao Zhou was so capable and could transfer the phone's contents so quickly. Then it dawned on her: this was her home!
Wang Yue and the artificial intelligence Xiao Zhou could control the TV in someone else's home at will, and the whole process had taken less than a second. Wasn't that terrifying?
If other hackers had even half Wang Yue and the artificial intelligence's skill, she'd have to be careful even when getting dressed at home.
Thinking of this, Qiao