Although he was a company commander, Lang Yan was a breath of fresh air among his peers. Even though he outranked Mo Shangjun by one grade, he found himself feeling so guilty that he didn't dare say a word, despite deep down thinking Mo Shangjun was too harsh and strict.
"This, I'll go right away," Lang Yan walked over, took her training schedule, and after a thought, said tactfully, "However, since you already know about Lai Liang's matter..."
Mo Shangjun looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Don't worry, he can run faster than you."
Lang Yan: "..."
Lang Yan, feeling utterly downtrodden, was very frustrated and didn't dare say anything else as he slunk off to the training ground.
Mo Shangjun watched him flee in a panic.
It wasn't until his figure had disappeared that Mo Shangjun sat down in her office chair and waited a few minutes, bored.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
"Report!"
There was a knock at the door, followed by a firm shout.
