Chapter 57: She Truly Solved a World-Class Problem!

Feng Xingshen stared at his phone. Although he recognized the individual words, he felt that he did not know what it meant when they were strung together.

He was in a daze for too long and his heavy spectacles slid down onto his nose. He used a finger to push his spectacles back in place and narrowed his eyes at the phone.

As he was in his sixties, the wrinkles on his face were obvious. His fingers trembled as he deleted the message that he had typed. He then replied: "Are you kidding?"

How could an 18-year-old young lady prove Bartra's theory?

Learning: "?"

Learning: "What's your email address?"

Feng Xingshen collected himself and sent her his email address. He put down the phone and waited in silence.

No hurry, no hurry.