The mysterious woman's lips, with their distinct outline, were tightly pressed together. It seemed she was aware her appearance would cause some impact on the opposite party, yet she showed no surprise, nor any turbulence in her eyes.
"Can you speak?"
Zhang Su closed the notebook, becoming fully alert as he conversed with the other party. After the apocalypse, this was the first person who, just by standing in front of him, gave him a sense of threat—and she was a woman!
The mysterious woman slowly shook her head, then extended her hand, signaling to return the notebook to her.
"Write down your situation clearly."
Zhang Su tossed it lightly.
The mysterious woman deftly caught the notebook with an untroubled air, and then swiftly wrote a lot. This time she took some time and wrote quite a bit before tossing the notebook back.
