Jiang Yue didn't confirm it outright. But she didn't deny it either.
That was enough.
Mo Yichen swore under his breath.
Shen Yuling ran a hand through her hair, clearly struggling to process everything.
It wasn't that they had ever underestimated Jiang Yue—if there was one thing they had learned from working with her, it was to never make that mistake.
But this?
This was shocking. Almost unbelievable.
First of all, Jiang Yue was still a first-year student. And second, this wasn't just some small, low-tech startup—it was Allico Intelligence.
"You know what? No." Shen Yuling shook her head, disbelief written all over her face. "No way. You're telling me you've been sitting on this information this entire time? Jiang Yue, do you have any idea what kind of bomb you just dropped?"
Mo Yichen was still staring at her, stunned.
"You work at Allico Intelligence." His voice was quieter now, like he was still trying to believe it.
Jiang Yue gave a slight shrug. "Something like that."
