Yi Wenjielin's expression remained unchanged; she simply left the dance floor immediately after the music ended and summoned a servant to bring her a basin of water to wash her hands.
If it weren't for being overly rude, she even wanted to change her clothes and burn this expensive evening gown!
"Miss, your water!"
At that moment, a woman dressed as a maid, with eyes that seemed to speak, approached Yi Wenjielin.
Even though the individual had changed her face, Yi Wenjielin still recognized those eyes brimming with spirituality, "You are... Number 17?"
Although the girl had never received accurate information, she had always vaguely felt that the recent artificial intelligence crisis might well be related to her casual acts from years past!
"Yes."
Number 17 responded with a smile, "Ever since the AI rebellion started, many of the great nobles have stopped using robot maids, and the Jacob family has even put me into storage... but clearly, it has been of little use..."