"Captain."
Mo Shangjun's words were naturally interrupted.
She turned her head and glanced toward the door.
She only managed to catch a glimpse of a fluttering hem.
Soon, Mu Cheng's hurried figure passed by the office door, probably following to Yan Tianxing's office.
Mo Shangjun slightly pursed her lips.
Had Yan Tianxing just been at the door?
How much did he hear?
The incident happened too quickly, everything was unknown.
When she looked up again, Duan Zimu had already stood up straight, smiling at her with twinkling eyes.
In fact, Duan Zimu had not noticed Yan Tianxing's presence, let alone known how long Yan Tianxing had been there.
Perhaps he heard everything, or perhaps he didn't catch a single word.
But one thing was certain, Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing were not yet in a relationship; otherwise—
Someone would have rushed in to claim their rights long ago.
