"Ji Ruonan arranged an 'undercover' in Group A to keep up with the news of the trainees. Momo, with just one word from you, let alone Group A, I can have control over the little dynamics of all trainees. Do you want to develop me as an insider?"
By the end of his speech, Yan Gui's voice was filled with unmistakable anticipation.
Without any courtesy, Mo Shangjun rewarded him with a punch to the chest.
Not too heavy, but enough for Yan Gui to tone it down a bit.
Yan Gui clutched his chest, bent over, and looked at Mo Shangjun with a heartbroken expression, "Momo, your Group B is in total disarray right now, are you sure you don't want to seize their weaknesses?"
"Pretending again?" Mo Shangjun frowned.
Immediately, Yan Gui straightened up, holding the barbecue bag, standing upright with his chin slightly raised, staring straight ahead. He was just short of giving a proper military salute.
