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"Damn it!"
Liang Zhiqiong cursed, and before she could react, Mo Shangjun had seized her right wrist, exerted a slight force, and her hand loosened.
Quickly, Mo Shangjun's willow switch struck the back of her hand, "Hand, thumb against the second joint of the forefinger."
Liang Zhiqiong was fuming with anger.
But it wasn't over yet.
"Stick out your chest." A slap landed on her chest.
"Suck in your gut." The willow switch struck her lower abdomen.
"Lift your chin." Her jaw was forcibly pushed up by fingers.
"Eyes front, shoulders back."
Releasing her chin, Mo Shangjun's willow switch landed on her shoulders.
In the end, when Mo Shangjun withdrew her hand, Liang Zhiqiong was sore all over.
Peng Yuqiu silently watched the scene.
Suddenly, he understood why Mu Cheng was so eager to recommend Mo Shangjun as the assessment officer.
"Damn—"
Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth, raised her hand to clench her fist, ready to start a fight with Mo Shangjun.
