Lin Mo's fingertips still retained the quantum warmth of the United Nations conference hall seats, while the green characters [Cross-Spacetime Business Network Connected] pulsed on his retinal projection. The radiation-proof curtains in the nursery stirred without wind, cutting the morning light into countless shimmering rhombuses.
"The Board of Directors materials..." Su Yuqing's voice suddenly returned from the eleventh dimension, transforming into materialized light-purple text suspended around the crib. She tried to sign the document using a specialized postpartum quantum stylus, but its tip carved a micro-wormhole in the air.
Lin Mo reached out and caught the pacifier falling from the wormhole, noticing it was reorganizing into a nano-scale architectural complex. "System, scan this."
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