Her behavior was so casual, as usual, that Ji Ruonan looked at her several times but didn't pursue any further questions.
*
At seven o'clock sharp, Mo Shangjun returned to the conference tent.
The two people standing guard outside already recognized her and let her in without a single question.
Entering.
The night had fallen outside, while inside the tent was brightly lit.
Two lamps hung above the tent, and the elongated conference table was no longer empty but now seated four people.
Ya Tianxing sat in the middle, with the other three on either side, with Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng on the left, and the seat next to Ji Ruonan on the right was occupied by her notebook and signing pen.
As soon as she entered, all four sets of eyes were focused on her.
"Reporting."
Mo Shangjun called out, as if following protocol.
Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng remained silent, simply sizing her up.
Ya Tianxing looked at her for a moment before calmly saying, "Sit."
"Yes!"
