She touched her nose and said righteously, "You see, I'm someone who particularly respects my superiors."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mu Qixuan laughed with a hint of helplessness, "Happy New Year. Have you eaten yet?"
"Just did."
"Then that's a bit late," Mu Qixuan continued the conversation half-seriously.
"Mhm," Mo Shangjun replied very earnestly.
Mu Qixuan said with a smile, "Now that the pleasantries are over, have we gotten to the main issue yet?"
Mo Shangjun closed the lid of her meal box.
Looking towards the distance of the training ground, she didn't continue to delay and steered the conversation to the matter at hand.
She explained the root of the conflict between the second and third platoons to Mu Qixuan.
It all started on the day she left; when the second platoon was training according to her plan, some members of the third platoon passed by and made half-joking, half-derogatory comments.
