"If you guys win this week, we'll treat Group B to a nighttime snack at our own expense, and Group A will do the grunt work for you."
Treating Group B to a nighttime snack at our own expense, and having Group A do the grunt work.
Mo Shangjun thought about it; it actually seemed like a good deal.
And on her part, she had only needed to use her brain a bit.
"A gentleman's word." Mo Shangjun gently curved the corners of her lips.
"A promise made on a steed cannot be chased after." Ji Ruonan replied without hesitation.
With a deeper smile on her lips, Mo Shangjun glanced at the now shut-down computer and stood up.
"Right, there's something else."
Watching Mo Shangjun stand up, Ji Ruonan called out to her again.
"Hmm?"
Gathering the folders on the desk into a pile and placing them in the corner, Mo Shangjun nonchalantly responded.
