Admiration, astonishment, excitement filled her gaze, and at the same time, there was a hint of indescribable fervor.
"What's up?"
Mo Shangjun approached, raising an eyebrow at him.
That strange look in his eyes made her quite uncomfortable.
Lang Yan continued to look at her before finally voicing his own amazement after a while, "Are you really just a college graduate from the National University of Science and Technology?"
Ah... Mo Shangjun understood then.
She put her mug down on the table with a clank, shook her right hand that was pulled at the wound, and said indifferently, "Where I come from isn't important."
Lang Yan paused for a moment and on second thought... it did make quite a bit of sense.
But—
He had overestimated Mo Shangjun's detached mindset.
Soon, he heard Mo Shangjun say unhurriedly, "Even if the background is the same, not everyone has my capability."
"..."
Lang Yan kept looking at her.
Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth.
