He walked up to He Tiantian and asked in as gentle a voice as possible.
He Tiantian pretended to be puzzled and nodded, "I am He Tiantian, but who are you? You, you—"
Her gaze fell on the bulging waist of the thin, dark man, as if to say: Isn't that illegal, you know?
The thin, dark man hooked his lips, pulled out a booklet from his top pocket, opened the cover, and showed He Tiantian the page with the photo, "This is my ID."
He Tiantian glanced at it, uh-oh, she hadn't guessed wrong; this person was indeed from the military.
"Hello, Major Yuan Hao, but I don't know you!"
He Tiantian put on a relieved expression, but her eyes were still full of question marks.
"You know Professor Chen from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, don't you?"
The thin, dark man, or as He Tiantian had referred to him, "Major Yuan Hao," gently reminded her.
"Professor Chen? I know him, are you, you his friend?"
He Tiantian also smiled, her delicate little face full of trust and expectation.
