Mo Shangjun entered the room, her words came to an abrupt halt, and she immediately raised her eyes to scan inside.
Three people.
The spacious conference table, after about ten days of effort, was piled with documents taking up one-third of the space.
Ya Tianxing stood beside a pile of documents, holding a folder and casually flipping through a few pages. It seemed he heard the noise of the door opening, and he lazily looked over, the sharpness in his eyes dissipating quite a bit when they landed on Mo Shangjun.
Xiu Chunyun was sitting opposite, browsing through the materials.
Peng Yuqiu, who was following Ya Tianxing, still had not fully dismissed his sycophantic, conflicted smile. He turned his head to look at Mo Shangjun, and his smile gradually morphed into gloom.
"Yo, everyone is here."
Touching her nose, Mo Shangjun greeted the three people.
"Why are you here?" Peng Yuqiu feigned politeness in greeting Mo Shangjun.
