Iron Curtain Is Falling

After ending the call, Lu Zhou continued to pack his suitcase. However, this time, the small display floating next to him began to flash.

Xiao Ai: [Master, when you were video calling just now, it seemed like someone was spying on you guys. ( ́◔‸◔')]

Lu Zhou: [… Spying?]

Xiao Ai: [Yes! When the video call data was transmitted to North America, it was received by more than one IP address. Xiao Ai sent a series of encrypted data to the IP and received a response just now. There was more than one person listening in on the call.]

Does this mean we were spied on?

"Oh, I see…"

Even though Lu Zhou had expected something like this to happen, he still felt a little shocked.

A few years ago, when he was back at Princeton, the academic environment was totally different. He didn't expect it to deteriorate so quickly.

It seemed like it was a smart choice for him to return to China.