Yun Jian got up and gave Jiang Weiwei a discreet look before she left toward the washroom.
The latter was surprised but she was not stupid. Other than her over-competitiveness, she was a smart girl. Her skills truly did stand out amongst other Special Forces candidates.
Jiang Weiwei understood the situation swiftly but she did not wear any change of expression since she was facing Mi Lun.
Brushing past Jiang Weiwei, Yun Jian moved toward the washroom and exited it after a while, as if nothing happened. In spite of it, the remote control that the man who stood beside the washroom had been toying with had suddenly malfunctioned.
No one realized that the moment Yun Jian had walked over, the remote control was spoiled trash!
When Yun Jian got back to Mi Lun and sat down flinging her wet hands, her fair little face looked beguiling.
Mi Lun swallowed, feeling his desire roused.
"Xiao Li, can we start?" he could not help urging.
