All I could make out was a vague silhouette—the woman stood about 1.67 meters tall. Her voice carried a hint of girlish sweetness.
"Alright, you understand what you're supposed to do, don't you?" Qin Lang didn't turn around, still keeping his back to the woman.
"I understand." The woman looked at Qin Lang, her gaze flickering with an emotion difficult to pin down.
"Then go. I expect to hear good news from you."
"Qin... Qin Sir..." The woman wanted to say something but ultimately swallowed the words.
Qin Lang finally turned to face her, frowning slightly. "Hmm? Is there something else you need?"
"No... nothing." The woman lowered her head, biting her lip nervously, her eyes tinged with hesitation. "Qin Sir, I..."
