Xia Fei drank two cups of tea and did a simple analysis of the mission briefing. Afterward, he began cleaning the library, while Qin Mang got up silently and went down the basement. Pulling out a microcomputer from his pocket, he established a video-call with Ye Jingshan.
Ye Jingshan, who had been in the middle of handling some documents, saw Qin Mang's call and immediately got up, tidied up his uniform and hair, puffed out his chest, and assumed a solemn expression.
"Teacher, are you looking for me?" Ye Jingshan very respectfully bowed a full ninety degrees, which was as precise as a straightedge.
Qin Mang waved his hand off-handedly. "Jingshan, I've already told you for the umpteenth time that there's no need to be so serious. I've always hated people who fake gravitas."
"Yes, your student understands." Ye Jingshan straightened back up, his head slightly nodding, showing a look of utmost respect for Qin Mang.
