He heard it right.

Song Zhao is actually the top designer of the Baili family!

Yun Xiu kept the salute and his shoulders shook violently.

The chief manager was stunned and was stunned.

After a while, I got up in a mess, my voice was hoarse, "Old clan, you said Song Zhao is that top designer..."

It is impossible for the clan to be highly respected and busy with affairs.

He came to make his name clear in person, and this matter could not be false.

So from beginning to end, the beautiful girl from aristocratic family he looked down upon was the master he wanted to serve, but he was offended repeatedly.

Even for the sake of their own selfishness, they abused materials and even put on airs before the main person...

The head of the chief manager's mind was blank, and he was almost scared of urinary incontinence.

No wonder Song Zhao knew the ten-eyed pistol so well, and dared to comment on the ten-eyed pistol because it was Song Zhao's design.

The soldiers of Siyu team suddenly realized how strange Song Zhao’s actions were to them before and how reasonable it is now.

At this time, the soldiers stared at the calm girl.

They were crazy about the weapons they designed for her, and dreamed of meeting the top designers who knew the needs of these sergeants.

It turned out that early in the morning, it was right next to them, where they could see at any time.

But because of her identity, they were prejudiced against her and felt that she could not do anything.

Song Zhao endured silently, without holding any grudges, wholeheartedly considered their lives, and saved them without grudges.

"Oh my God... I've said something to the master I admire... I'm so outrageous. The real weapon design master is right in front of us, and we still ignore it. This eye can be donated and eliminated."

"I knew that the master is such a powerful person, the girl he recognized will not be bad. So we really found a god-level person for us, so we are too blind!"

"Miss Song is really amazing. She overturned my prejudice against the aristocratic girls! Just against these awesome weapons designed by her, I really want to kneel down to her!"

The soldiers were almost ashamed, and at the same time they completely ignited their admiration for her.

Di Ji was confused.

If Song Zhao initially said that there was something wrong with the Ten-Eyed Pistol, and then shot the bull's eye, winning back the glory of their team, he could still face it calmly.

But the identity of a top designer...

Di Jie's eyes fell on Song Zhao in a complicated way.

If Song Zhao had this ability, why would he keep hiding it?

He was almost certain.

This woman must not be the original Song Zhao.

Perhaps the real Song Zhao is already dead.

As for the prince and Yin Wanyang, they would barely come back to their senses.

The prince's jaw slightly closed, his eyes shrinking uncontrollably.

He has always looked down on the idiot he has always despised, the top designer he wants to subdue.

Such an impact made the prince feel very uncomfortable.

He always felt that something seemed uncontrollable, and a certain balance point in his heart seemed to be a little distorted at this moment.

Yin Wanyang was stunned.

She always wanted to surpass Song Zhao and crush Song Zhao.

But Song Zhao used his strength to tell her again and again that she could never cross the gap between them.

Si Yu's eyes were dim and his voice was silent and blocked the prince's aggressive eyes.

"Azhao is so awesome?"

He casually curled up a strand of Song Zhao's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, "The little vest is quite thick."

Song Zhao pursed her lips.

This vest is a bit too big. She originally wanted to wear it firmly and silently help the powerful ministers and their family members...

After all, being too sharp will easily lead to disasters.

I just met the big manager, this shit-making stick.

If it weren't for her reputation, she wouldn't have taken off this vest.
Chapter completed!