Qiao Nian didn't reply. She just sat there quietly, tapping the table with her finger. Her eyelids were closed as she waited for her to continue.
Wei Ying mustered her courage again and bit her tongue before revealing the person behind the scenes. "Yes, it was someone from the First Research Institute of the Independent Continent who contacted me."
After she finished speaking, her face was pale and her lips were colorless. It was obvious how nervous and afraid she was.
Wei Ying looked at the girl sitting opposite her. She looked wan and sickly. "I've told you everything I know. I don't know the rest."
"Sure."
The girl pushed away the teacup in front of her, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Wei Ying's heart tightened again. She couldn't help but call out to her, "Qiao Nian."
Already at the door, the girl paused but did not turn around.
