Mo Shangjun pondered with a hint of curiosity about the project assessment tomorrow afternoon.
"If it's an armed swim, it would be convenient. Anyway, it's all water."
It was obvious to see that Mo Shangjun was just appeasing herself, even somewhat distracted. Liang Zhiqiong laughed, fearless, "Looking at you, are you thinking of taking revenge?"
"Maybe, if there's a chance."
Mo Shangjun stared at the white clouds drifting overhead and responded nonchalantly.
"Then I'll be waiting."
Liang Zhiqiong smirked coldly, slightly annoyed as she got up from the ground.
Before leaving, she gave Mo Shangjun a disdainful glance.
Dammit.
To think she, a living person, was not as good-looking as the blue sky and white clouds, this woman must be sick.
After she left, Mo Shangjun touched her ear, feeling at last the peacefulness had returned.
However—
The peace didn't last a minute before someone else came over.
