"Teacher Ian, this is mine," Duan Yan retracted his gaze and spoke in a respectful and relaxed tone.
Other than the slight change in his gaze at the beginning, he was able to withstand the rest.
Seeing Duan Yan's gaze, Yi en closed his notebook.
Meng Fu's words were written in the notebook. As it was in Chinese, he could not understand most of it, but he could understand some of the symbols used by the professional perfumer. what are these? "
"It's nothing. It's just some notes that my Junior Sister made," Duan Yan smiled calmly.
yes. Ian nodded and put his notebook aside. the slots for the two of you have been decided. You're going to take part in the assessment, right? "
Seeing that Yi en did not intend to return the notebook to him, Duan Yan lowered his gaze. "Yes."
