C477 Only Hate No Love

"Not even ten percent." Jennifer raised her head and said to the screen.

Less than ten percent.

"I want something more detailed." Jin Liehfeng's eyebrows didn't loosen as he stared at the screen and asked in a low voice.

Ten percent?

What did ten percent mean?

How much more?

Or was the probability negligible?

Or, perhaps, she would remember it every once in a while?

To him