"Miss Jiang, What do you mean by 'good job'?" Mao Songping really didn't understand. it wasn't that he didn't understand the sentence, but he didn't understand Jiang Tong's attitude.
"It is what it means. Good job," Jiang Tong said to Mao Songping with a smile.
Mao Songping's eyes, which were big because he was too thin, rolled. He carefully thought about the various possibilities, and then asked tentatively, "Miss Jiang, do you have a grudge against Shao Ying?"
"Yes," Jiang Tong nodded with a smile, admitting it.
