C82 Nervous

"What are you writing?"

While Zhuang Wenjie was eating, Yan Xulang picked up his pen and started writing again. At the square table, she was sitting on the left while Yan Xulang was sitting in the middle. There was only a foot of distance between the two of them.

"The materials for the training report will be finished in a week. Captain wants me to write a report