Ancient prescriptions from the Pharmaceutical Association?
Nathalie Quinlan half-squinted her eyes, showing so interest, and replied, ’Not now, maybe another day.’
The other person quickly replied to her.
[By the way, Robert Radcliff saw the notes you left in the library before. There are so parts he can’t understand. I don’t really get ancient Chinese dicine prescriptions either, so I can’t explain it to him. If you have ti, could you take a look for him?]
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t mind, she replied instantly.
[QN: OK, just have him reach out to .]
After sending the last ssage.
Nathalie Quinlan put away her phone and finally had the ti to look at Khendy Lordon, asking him, "When are you leaving?"
Khendy Lordon looked a bit disheveled, raising a pair of handso eyes to look at her: "You’re so eager for to leave?"
"Hmm." Nathalie Quinlan pondered for a mont, then turned her head as if seriously considering his question, after a while looking at him, her lazy tone said, "Every day you stay in Beijing and don’t leave, the eyes of those people in the Illegal Zone remain focused here. I’m still studying and don’t want any trouble."
Khendy Lordon parroted her words, his dark eyes staring at her complexly: "...You’re still studying and don’t want trouble?"
Tsk, she actually said that.
Nathalie Quinlan pulled down her duckbill cap, revealing a delicate face underneath the brim, her eyes sparkling, shalessly saying, "Yeah, first year at Tsinghua University, Chinese dicine Departnt."
As she talked, she also sat with crossed legs, in a lounging posture that didn’t really look like soone serious about studying.
Khendy Lordon actually liked seeing her relaxed around him, his thin lips curling up, saying; "You had plenty of trouble even before I ca."
"You’re not wrong to say that." Nathalie Quinlan admitted freely and then looked at him comfortably: "But I can definitely be sure that if you don’t leave soon, I’ll have more trouble in the future."
Her tone was casual, as if she was joking.
But Nathalie Quinlan was half-squinting her eyes, rather serious actually.
It wasn’t that she desperately wanted Khendy Lordon to leave, mainly because this guy was unpredictable, doing things based on his mood.
Previously, Khendy Lordon had co up with a bracelet, she hadn’t yet explained it to Amadeus Yancey and Sadam Vinson.
If Mr. Lordon had a mont of madness again like before and sent her the latest type of weapon.
She worried the police might co looking for her.
Khendy Lordon had known her for ten years, not without reason, he was clearly aware of how lazy Nathalie Quinlan was and how much she didn’t want to deal with troubleso matters.
"I’m leaving tomorrow."
Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow at him, her expression seemingly asking why he was so straightforward this ti.
Khendy Lordon felt sowhat hurt inside, but he never showed his true emotions on his face.
His eyes were dark and bright, and his lips carried a natural smile, he said lightly: "Maybelissa has so business, I must return to handle it. Are you free tomorrow?"
Nathalie Quinlan hadn’t spoken yet, sipping her tea as if thinking whether she’d be free the next day.
"Don’t tell you’re so busy you can’t even spare ti to see off." Khendy Lordon focused on the girl’s profile: "I’m leaving at nine in the morning, I’ll send you the address later."
He certainly wouldn’t take a normal airplane back to the Illegal Zone; considering his identity, it’s too dangerous to blend in with other passengers, and getting a border pass isn’t easy.
He would definitely use a private flight to go back.
’What ti, where from’ was a secret.
Nathalie Quinlan rotated the cup for a while, then got bored of it, placing it on the table, she said quite coolly, "Alright, I’ll see you off tomorrow."
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