As she stepped in with her long legs that exceeded a meter, Wang Zheng's gaze involuntarily shifted from her face to her legs.
Realizing his actions were a bit sleazy, Wang Zheng immediately moved his gaze away and said with a hint of awkwardness, "Oh, it's Mr. Ya. What's for dinner tonight?"
"What else could it be, instant mashed potatoes." The female lieutenant surnamed Ya handed two cups of already prepared mashed potatoes to the two of them, pulled over a folding chair and sat down casually, "How's it going, any anomalies with Chimera 17?"
"Same as usual, body size keeps increasing," Mr. Xu said, "How are things outside?"
Mr. Ya shook her head, "Not optimistic, radiation levels are still rising. Someone who went on patrol with me today accidentally fell, tearing the protective suit, and shortly after returning, showed symptoms of mild radiation sickness. I've already had him sent to the rear."
