Mo Shangjun's refusal wasn't about being petty with Ya Tianxing.
Private matters were private, public affairs were public; she was clear about the distinction and saw no need to conflate the two.
But, at most, she was just a deputy company commander.
The company's actual commander hadn't even shown up, so on what basis should she stand in for the commander and negotiate with others?
Since her arrival, she had heard rumors that Lang Yan, the company commander, was a figurehead, with the second company effectively under her charge—though this was something Lang Yan left unsaid.
With so many pairs of eyes watching at the moment, if she truly got involved, it would somewhat affect Lang Yan's reputation as the company commander.
"Deputy Mo!"
Zhong Ru's face darkened slightly with displeasure, raising his voice as he called out to Mo Shangjun.
The chopsticks shifted, a peanut slipped and fell.
It rolled a few times on the plate before falling onto the dining table.
