"Jiang Yan, I also want to talk to you alone," said Jiang Ye, his beard scruffy, as he grabbed his messy curly hair and suddenly stood up.
Ye Qing, standing at the door, turned around upon hearing this and stared at his face for a few seconds.
Jiang Ye's face was quite distinctive, easily noticeable even in a crowd during the apocalypse.
With a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, and thick, long eyelashes, his appearance seemed exotic no matter how one looked at it.
Jiang Yan gave him a glance and nodded calmly, "I will talk to Dr. Song first."
"Okay, I'll wait for you," Jiang Ye finished speaking, sighed, and sat back down.
"Dr. Song, it's still—" Jiang Yan looked at Song Haitao, her eyes fixing on his feet.
Song Haitao instantly understood, enduring the discomfort and shook his leg, "Don't worry, I can walk; let's go somewhere relatively quiet."
"Okay." Jiang Yan recalled the room she had entered into Space before.
