The meeting room was very quiet.
The other seven commanders were all intently examining the mission details when they suddenly felt a biting, bone-chilling breeze and hugged themselves. Amidst their busyness, they looked towards the source of the cool air, all quite puzzled.
What's wrong with Team One?
Xiao Qimo didn't reply to Yun Zhijuan anymore.
His hands on the keyboard slowly clenched into fists. It took a lot of restraint to not punch his own leader in the face.
He had rushed all the way here, just to be sent on a blind date?
Ha, that's so Yun Zhijuan!
He looked intensely at the impish man in the main seat, "clack" shut his laptop, and stood up impatiently.
Team Three shuddered, slightly shifted sideways, and asked with raised head, "One, what's wrong with you?"
Through his mask, Xiao Qimo released a cold front as if carrying hailstones, with a voice heavy with dissatisfaction, "Since there's nothing for me, I'll leave first," and decisively left behind the others.
