Mo Shangjun sized her up and suddenly felt that she had overestimated her.
When confronted with problems, blaming others to console oneself and to reduce self-criticism was reasonable.
But, it was those easily swayed by emotions who would do so.
Smart people could suppress their emotions with rationality and analyze problems calmly and correctly.
She had thought Sheng Xia belonged to the latter category, but the current behavior of rashly seeking to blame others revealed a complete lack of grace, quite like a clown in a circus.
"Since ancient times, all's fair in war," Mo Shangjun said indifferently, withdrawing her gaze. "Talking about despicability, you, planning to betray your teammates, make me feel inferior by comparison."
Not deigning to argue with such a person any longer, Mo Shangjun didn't care about Sheng Xia's contorted face from anger, walking into the jungle with calm and composure.
She left.
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The sky gradually brightened.
