Yan Yi'an cleared his throat and tried to explain as tactfully as possible to the scientists in his family, who had believed in science ever since they learned to read, something about Yan Xianjue's inner thoughts that had absolutely nothing to do with science.
From the time he learned that the company's Solid-State Electrolyte Lithium Battery Technology would be stolen in the future to the day Yan Shan returned home, he had actually contacted Yan Shan many times.
But he had never mentioned Yan Xianjue's unusual nature in the slightest.
Aside from not knowing whether Yan Shan's communications records were being monitored, it was hard to say there wasn't a bit of malicious amusement from his older brother involved.
In the end, Father Yan summed it up. "In short, Xianjue still doesn't know that we can hear his inner thoughts. For now, we don't intend to tell him."
Yan Shan nodded in understanding.
Before the risks were clear, maintaining the status quo was a conservative but reliable approach.
"Then can someone explain why Xianjue said I researched bombs?"
The family exchanged looks, then all shook their heads.
How could they dare speculate about Yan Xianjue's thought process on their own?
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
It was the guard specifically assigned to protect Yan Shan's personal safety.
He did not enter. After all, he was only responsible for protecting the young scientist's safety outside, not guarding a labor camp prisoner.
He checked on Yan Shan's safety from the doorway.
Yan Shan went over and explained that she really had made that call earlier because she was still groggy from sleep.
Only then did the guard leave in relief.
But unexpectedly, the very next day, Yan Shan received the answer from the person himself.
Though it