Following Li Xiuqi, Yi Lin arrived in front of their target.
Most of the assembly line work was tough manual labor, which Li Xiuqi had organized for the men to handle, while the female Angel Envoys were responsible for various other odd jobs.
Such as walking dogs, cooking meals, and tending to the "Wang Tiandi Ice Sculpture" on either side of the base's roads, and so on.
"Are you Li Shizhen?"
Yi Lin's smile was kind as she looked at the girl hesitating in front of the dormitory door.
The girl had delicate features with a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but the aura of serene complexity in her expression was quite comforting. If anything, the woman before her seemed more suited to the name "Xu Anjing" than Xu Anjing herself.
Ordinary in name, ordinary in appearance—if Li Xiuqi hadn't brought her file to Yi Lin's attention, she might have been overlooked by Yi Lin amongst the ranks of the Divine Strategy Army.
