This was the first time Old Cat saw Claire Green making serum, and he never thought that the seemingly complex and meticulous experiment would become extraordinarily simple in her hands.
After a while.
He looked at the neat rows of serum on the table and spoke in surprise, "This... this is done."
Claire raised an eyebrow slightly, "What else did you expect?"
Compared to Old Cat's surprise, Victoria Windsor appeared much calmer, after all, this wasn't her first time witnessing this.
She patted Old Cat's shoulder comfortingly and said earnestly, "J's brain works differently from ours, it's a normal operation."
After hearing this.
Old Cat nodded in agreement, "Thinking about it, the two of us are considered geniuses as well, and yet we're outmatched by someone younger than us."
"Age doesn't determine anything." Claire chuckled lightly, responding lazily.
Indeed.
In front of you, age truly means nothing.
Old Cat thought to himself, "J, where are you planning to go next?"
