Mo Shangjun's favoritism made Xiang Yongming feel very wronged.
His heart harbored resentment, yet upon seeing Mo Shangjun's undeniable expression, he dared not argue further. After a moment of inner turmoil, he obediently went to stand as punishment.
Mo Shangjun stared at him for a bit, ensuring his stance was proper and up to standard before lazily retracting her gaze.
"You."
She glanced up, her eyes landing on Gui Jiang.
"Yes!"
Upon being swept by Mo Shangjun's gaze, Gui Jiang reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, standing to attention reflexively.
He was a bit anxious.
"Go to my dorm and fetch the bucket," Mo Shangjun ordered indifferently.
"Ah?" Gui Jiang was momentarily stunned.
"Didn't hear me clearly?"
Gui Jiang straightened up, "Reporting, heard you loud and clear!"
With an irritated flick of her eyebrow, Mo Shangjun urged, "Hurry up."
"Yes!"
Gui Jiang immediately responded.
