Nan Qiao pushed open the door and walked towards the room down the corridor. The voice had come from there.
An Nuo was still waiting outside as she planned to explain the situation to someone before leaving.
"Where's the thing I want?" A familiar voice rang out, cold and indifferent.
Nan Qiao froze for a moment and looked at the person who spoke.
Murong Zheng?
After recognizing the person, Nan Qiao also came back to her senses and cleared up the misunderstanding.
"I'm not the assistant you hired." She stood in front of him and spoke clearly, meeting Murong Zheng's gaze.
Nan Qiao's face was reflected in Murong Zheng's vision, making him instinctively feel that she looked familiar.
Murong Zheng stared at her face. His intuition told him that they had met before, but his mind was filled with experimental data, so he couldn't remember it for a while.
Nan Jin's eyelids twitched when he heard this very familiar voice.
