"How do I put this, I feel... at your age, more or less, everyone cares a bit about what others think."
Mo Shangjun's face darkened at the thought of something, "And then they're plagued by gains and losses all day, melancholic for no reason?"
"..." After a moment of silence, Lang Yan grew curious, "It seems like you're really annoyed by those kinds of people?"
This time, Mo Shangjun didn't beat around the bush but nodded directly, "Yeah, a little."
"Then most people would be the object of your annoyance," Lang Yan couldn't help but tease her.
"Lucky me," Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk, "Our company commander isn't one of them."
Lang Yan: "..."
Even though the words carried a hint of jest, paired with that teasing gaze and slightly curved lips, Lang Yan's heart suddenly warmed, stirring emotions that were slightly uncomfortable.
Lang Yan tried hard to suppress these feelings.
"Won't you ask what I think?" Lang Yan asked with a smile.
"You say."
