"You're here, Jiang xiaopi. " A middle-aged man's voice came from the side.
"Eh?" Jiang Xiao looked away reluctantly and glanced at the people beside him.
"Ha, Good Morning, leader." Jiang Xiao stood up and said with a smile.
"Sit." Wu Ji pressed a hand on Jiang Xiao's shoulder and made him sit on the chair.
Jiang Xiao said,"you're very well-informed, leader. I've only been here for a while."
Wu Ji waved his hand."What leader? just call me brother Wu."
Obviously, both Jiang Xiao and Wu Ji appreciated each other's talent.
Jiang Xiao was the kind of person who would return the favor if others showed him respect.
Wu Ji was not only the person in charge of the national team's individual competition, but he was also a warrior of the former wasteland reclaimers. Two years ago, the night guard summoned Jiang Xiao to carry out a mission, and Wu Ji let him go without saying a word.
