After getting into the truck, An Ning took out a stack of white paper and a pencil from her backpack.
Inside the swaying truck, the driver and a second driver sat up front.
In the back, Director Jin sat leaning against the left window, and An Ning against the right.
An Ning took the rolled-up paper and forcefully flattened it out.
"Let me."
Director Jin instinctively lowered his voice, pinching one side of the white paper with careful fingers to help An Ning smooth it out.
"Thank you."
Those two flatly spoken words made even the driver up front subconsciously tighten his grip on the steering wheel.
"It's a bit hot today, isn't it?"
The other driver in the passenger seat couldn't help but tug his collar open a little, feeling like he couldn't breathe properly.
In the back seat, An Ning was oblivious to the effect she was having.
She took out a flat wooden board from her bag.
This piece of equipment made Director Jin suspect that An Ning was about to pull out a brick next.
