Chapter 766: What if we ask the Materials Research Institute for help?

This lawsuit is against the same hit-and-run company, “Vaskes,” from months ago—a minor infringement case that’s dragged on since February.

In fact, for cross-border patent infringement cases, this is already fast, thanks to Zero Point Tech spending a huge sum to hire top local law firms.

They’ve spent over two million dollars total.

That’s why many people avoid cross-border infringement cases altogether.

If you sue, you have to scramble to prepare all kinds of documents, hire lawyers, and the court might keep demanding more materials—small companies simply don’t have the energy to sue.

Even if you go through with it, you might end up questioning your own sanity: why bother suing someone for no reason?

But Zero Point Tech wants to send a message: even if I lose money, I’m still suing you.

Ross has already set up a dedicated litigation fund in Europe; the legal proceedings will be much easier now.

Xu Qingzhou wrapped his arms around the girl’s slender waist, relaxing completely as he watched her clingy behavior—he couldn’t help smiling. Who remembered how cold and aloof this girl used to be?

In September, the two were dressed lightly at home; Song Yao lay atop him, her chest pressing flat against him, and worse, she loved rubbing against him—he raised an eyebrow, enjoying it.

“You’re squishing me.”

After lying on Xu Qingzhou for a while, Song Yao whispered.

“Shower together?”

Xu Qingzhou extended the invitation.

Song Yao pursed her lips, staying silent as she lay on him—she knew that if she stayed quiet, she could later justifiably call him a pervert.

Xu Qingzhou, of course, knew exactly what she was thinking—he picked her up right away.

The next day.

Song Yao, expressionless, mopped the floor in front of the sofa again and again, replacing the sofa blanket with a brand-new one.

Xu Qingzhou sighed, lifting his leg so she could mop under it, unable to help saying, “Professor Song, that’s enough—you’ve mopped this eight times already.”

“Xu Qingzhou!”

Hearing “Professor Song” again stirred up Song Yao’s bad memories.

“What did I do?” Xu Qingzhou asked, pretending ignorance.

Professor Song was indeed very wet last night.

Song Yao clenched her teeth, furious at his innocent expression, and grabbed a pillow to charge at him, the culprit, “I’m going to bite you to death!”

Puff~

Song Yao pinned Xu Qingzhou to the sofa and bit down on his neck.

“Are you a dog?”

“Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~”

“Actually, this is normal—besides, it’s not the first time. Are you really shy, veteran actor?” Xu Qingzhou kept provoking her.

“You’re still talking!”

Song Yao was furious, ready to drag Xu Qingzhou down with her.

On the lazy sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, Er Miao was awakened by the distant commotion.

It looked up, saw the two-legged creatures hugging and biting each other, then got up, head drooping, and trudged upstairs.

Two-legged creatures never let cats rest easy.

After a long while.

Song Yao was now pinned beneath Xu Qingzhou, unable to move; sensing his intentions, she squeezed her throat and begged, feigning helplessness, “Xu Qingzhou~”

“Say it again.”

“Professor Xu~”

“Xu Qing~ mmm, liar!”

Xu Qingzhou was truly exhausted, too drained to move; he dozed off at noon, was kicked awake by Song Yao for lunch, and by afternoon, brewed a strong cup of tea, carried it outside, and basked in the sun to recover his strength.