Brandon's voice came from the phone, hoarse and exhausted.
"We've just sold our new product, and there's a serious issue. No matter how much our technicians, including me and a few partners, check, we can't find the problem.
"In the next ten days, we still have several thousand units of products to deliver to customers. If we don't solve the issue in time, this batch will face invalidation and compensation risks."
"I understand," Avery said in a low voice. "I think I can fix it. Give me your address."
If even she could not solve it, then no one could. And if she could not, she was not worthy of the super-advanced technology her master had left her.
Brandon replied, "Industrial Park East District, Workshop 5."
Avery turned the car around.
"I'll be there in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, sit and rest, drink and eat something, and try not to worry."
Brandon's voice was still hoarse.
"Alright, I'll wait. Drive safe, no rush."
Avery responded,
