Mo Shangjun was always ill-tempered.
Seeing their eagerness to learn, her sense of secrecy grew even stronger.
"No need to sit," Mo Shangjun walked to her desk with a smile, "This isn't anything significant; you two better get back to your tasks."
Lang Yan and the instructor exchanged glances.
"Comrade Mo Shangjun," Lang Yan stared at her, earnestly speaking, "I think, as colleagues who need to work together, you could at least make up some excuse to fob us off."
Mo Shangjun sat down in her office chair.
Hearing him say that, her posture straightened up, and she responded seriously, "Sorry, that was my mistake."
"So..." Lang Yan hinted.
"The reason is," Mo Shangjun turned on her laptop and smiled at them, "I'm pretty capable."
Lang Yan: "..."
Instructor: "..."
Being able to praise herself like that indeed showed capability.
Knowing they wouldn't get anything out of her, the instructor shook his head with a sigh and walked away, dejected.
