"Ah, Miss Molly… He… Hello." After Hank turned around and saw the woman, he recognized her immediately and began stammering.
"How many times have I told you, Hank? You can just call me Molly." The woman looked about the same age as Hank. She was slightly shorter than him, and she was wearing a white-colored outfit, a sign that she was a resident of the third layer.
"Are these two your friends? Eh? Why are they still in their protective gear?" Molly asked in curiosity.
"Miss Molly." Hank was tense, and sweat slid down his sideburns. He gathered his courage and spoke before Feng Bujue could. "My friends and I have something else to attend to. Please forgive us, but we cannot stay to chat. I will return to apologize to you when we are done with our business…"
As he spoke, he ushered the two to move forward.
