102: Chapter 102 can only be viewed in first-person perspective.

"What's wrong, Husband?"

Su Qingxue sensed something was off and leaned over to look.

The next second.

Her expression changed drastically; the South American shrimp in her hand dropped onto the table with a plop, splashing soup across the tabletop.

She didn't even notice.

The laughter and chatter in the room instantly died down.

Only the sound of the comedy sketch playing on the TV remained, but now it sounded jarring.

Lu Li placed his phone gently on the table, and then, he smiled.

The smile was impossibly relaxed, as if he hadn't just watched some incriminating video, but a funny joke.

"Second Aunt, it's nothing. You all go ahead and keep chatting, keep playing."

His tone was casual as he grabbed a peanut and tossed it into his mouth.

"Li... Little Li."

Second Aunt's voice was trembling.

She put down her chopsticks, her fingers shaking: "Is... is this real? Does this thing really explode?"

This sentence sobered everyone up quite a bit.

It instantly ignited the anxiety in everyone's hearts.

Little Aunt gripped her chopsticks tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Second Uncle's cigarette ash fell into his bowl, and he sat there stunned.

His adoptive mother, Chen Wanqing, even stood up directly, her eyes reddening.

Everyone wasn't worried about losing money.

They were afraid of hurting people.

If this thing really exploded in someone else's home and hurt someone, then Lu Li's life would be...

"Don't worry, everyone."

Lu Li stood up and wiped a little grease off his hands with a tissue.

His voice was as calm as if he were continuing the gaming conversation he'd just had with his cousin: "This is all a deliberate smear campaign. Su Qingxue and I are going upstairs to handle it."

After saying this, he turned and walked toward the second floor.

His steps were steady, showing no signs of panic.

Su Qingxue frowned slightly and followed him.

She knew her husband's temperament.

The more nonchalant his attitude, the more it meant he had everything under control.

Downstairs.

The atmosphere at the dining table had completely frozen.

No one touched their chopsticks again, and both uncles silently watched the muted comedy sketch on the TV.

Wang Peng handed the phone to Second Aunt and Little Aunt, his voice trembling: "Mom, this is the video. This is the full version..."

In the video.

The blue Doraemon Robot was emitting black smoke as it collapsed with a crash, flames consuming its round body.

Around it, there were children crying and adults chattering noisily.

The scene was chaotic.

They had just heard the voiceover commentary in the video, but now that they actually saw the footage, they couldn't help but be even more worried.

After watching it, Second Aunt's hand shook so much she couldn't hold the phone.

Little Aunt's face turned pale, and her lips were trembling.

"If... if there really is a problem..."

"There isn't."

Yang Yueru suddenly spoke up.

This usually well-behaved and quiet girl had red eyes, but her voice was exceptionally firm: "The things Cousin makes cannot have problems."

"But..." Second Aunt wanted to say something.

"I know what you all are worried about."

Yang Yueru took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound professional: "If the batteries in this batch of Robots really have problems, according to national regulations, they must all be recalled. Recalling them means refunding money, and this entire batch of products might be scrapped."

"Difficulties in capital recovery, a broken capital chain..."

She paused, her voice slightly choked: "Even for a large technology company like Guanghui Technology, it would cause a huge impact. Especially since the cost of the Robots is very high..."

She didn't finish her sentence before tears fell.

She wasn't afraid of losing money.

She was afraid that the things her cousin had worked so hard to create were being slandered like this.

"Yueru..." Little Aunt hugged her daughter, her heart aching.

Wang Peng's eyes also reddened.

He wiped his face fiercely and opened his phone: "I'm going to the comments section to curse them! These internet trolls are definitely slandering Cousin on purpose!"

"Me too!" Lu Yaoguang snatched the phone.

His adoptive mother, Chen Wanqing, sat in her chair without saying a word, but her hands, covered in calluses, were tightly gripping her apron.

Her knuckles were turning white.

She didn't understand technology or capital chains.

She only knew that the things her son made would absolutely never harm anyone.

Upstairs.

In the bedroom.

Lu Li sat in front of his laptop, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.

He connected to the household's advanced Tech Director Dou Bao—that ultimate artificial intelligence with top-tier computing power.

"Tech Director Dou Bao, search the internet for all information regarding the Doraemon Robot self-destructing."

"Analyze the authenticity of the videos."

On the screen, data streams cascaded like a waterfall.

In less than three seconds.

Tech Director Dou Bao's voice sounded, carrying the calmness unique to a machine: "Master, the video has been edited. Key frames are missing, but the flames are all real physical reactions."

"Based on my knowledge of silicon-carbon anode lithium battery technology, this battery has no risk of spontaneous combustion unless the separator is laterally punctured or subjected to extreme external force damage."

"Currently, negative information regarding the Doraemon Robot is showing explosive growth on the internet, suspected to be organized internet troll behavior."

Lu Li narrowed his eyes.

As expected.

He knew this battery technology very well; he had heard of Samsung exploding, but he hadn't heard of other brands exploding.

He had Tech Director Dou Bao retrieve more videos.

The internet was flooded with content about the Doraemon Robot "self-destructing" and "spontaneously combusting."

But strangely.

None of the videos had specific time or location information.

Not even the parties involved had come forward.

It was obvious that someone was deliberately suppressing real information, releasing only edited clips.

All of them were about the Doraemon Robot self-destructing or combusting.

"It looks like I have to retrieve the Robots' upload logs."

Lu Li tapped the desk.

Although this involved user privacy, the usage agreement for Guanghui Technology stated very clearly—when there is damage to the company's reputation or the Robots are maliciously destroyed, the company has the right to view the 72-hour video records uploaded by the Robots.

This was the final right of interpretation.

It was also the backup plan he had left.

"Tech Director Dou Bao, retrieve the upload records for the Doraemon Robot with ID HM-2018-0327."

"Downloading..."

The progress bar crawled slowly.

The internet back home was a bit slow, probably because everyone was grabbing red envelopes during the New Year.

Lu Li leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Su Qingxue walked over and handed him a glass of warm fruit juice.

"Husband, will there be trouble?"

Her voice was very soft.

Although she was also nervous, for some reason, as long as Lu Li was there, she felt at ease.

Thinking back a few months ago, the impression Lu Li gave her was just that he could handle things at critical moments, but knew nothing about technology.

Who knew, this guy didn't know nothing at all?

He knew everything inside out and then some.

Seeing him working seriously, the little bit of worry in Su Qingxue's heart completely dissipated.

"Ding—"

The prompt sound for the download completion rang out.

Lu Li opened his eyes and clicked on the video.

The footage was in first-person perspective.

It was the Doraemon Robot's perspective.

One minute.

Lu Li's breathing became a bit heavy.

Two minutes.

His fingers gripped the mouse tightly.

Three minutes.

His eyes reddened.

Su Qingxue had never seen this expression on Lu Li before.

This man, who was usually as lazy as a salted fish and could handle everything with nonchalance, actually had tears welling up in his eyes at this moment.

"What's going on?"

Su Qingxue's heart tightened, and she leaned over to look at the screen.

Lu Li didn't speak.

He just handed her the phone.

His voice was a bit hoarse: "See for yourself."