Lang Yan and the instructor came and went in a hurry, vanishing in the blink of an eye at the door.
Yet, they managed to prevent a major conflict.
Mo Shangjun leaned against the back of the chair, legs crossed and arms folded, and lazily stared at Ya Tianxing, "You got nothing better to do?"
While talking, her gaze faintly swept over the steamed buns in Ya Tianxing's hands.
"I'm alright."
Answering at a leisurely pace, Ya Tianxing stepped back wisely and tossed the two steamed buns into the trash can.
Mo Shangjun sneered through gritted teeth, "Commander, isn't this favoritism?"
"This is called being reasonable." Ya Tianxing shamelessly declared.
Mo Shangjun: "..."
Arguing with someone who has thick skin is not a wise choice.
"Let's go." Ya Tianxing raised his eyebrows at her.
"Where to?"
"To eat," Ya Tianxing walked out, "and to share some news with you by the way."
"...Oh."
Mo Shangjun stood up.
