The voice and tone were very familiar.
Indeed, once heard, Qiao Ze could always accurately identify a voice.
Qiao Ze stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and, sure enough, Hanna was coming up behind him, jogging with a stack of materials in her arms. The "clunk clunk" sound her mid-height heels made against the ground made Qiao Ze frown.
He had never been fond of such noisy sounds.
It was another occasion that showed Su Mucheng's preference, who only wore sneakers every day.
"Is something the matter?" Qiao Ze asked as the Hungarian woman came to a stop next to him.
"Yes, indeed there is something, but I wasn't waiting here for you. I was planning to take these back to the lab and just happened to see you on the way," Hanna said earnestly, nodding vigorously.
