Jiang Cheng walked into the interrogation room and clumsily pulled out a chair.
With a creak, she halted abruptly like a startled bird, her face turning crimson with embarrassment.
"Sorry."
She immediately apologized, lowering her head even more, her neck visibly reddened.
Finally seated, Jiang Cheng tried to calm herself as she took out paper and pen from her backpack, pretending to be calm as she said, "It's my first time translating."
The series of actions puzzled the interrogator, but he didn't show it.
After all, the person opposite was from Little R's side, and they couldn't lose face in front of them.
The person from Little R snorted disdainfully and spoke in their language.
After the Little R person finished speaking, the interrogator beside reminded, "Translate!"
"Ah? Okay, okay!"
Jiang Cheng seemed to finally react, holding a pen in her right hand and trying hard to get started.
The pen tip hovered several times, then she looked up awkwardly.
