"It looks good like this," Ya Tianxing lightly chuckled, his tone seemingly teasing but laced with firm conviction.
The ambiguous sound wafted into Mo Shangjun's ear, causing her to pause and nearly choke on her chocolate.
A moment later, with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, Mo Shangjun reached for the water cup on the table and leisurely took a sip.
Only then did it not go down the wrong pipe.
"Be honest, how many of these suggestions will make it through after the meeting?"
Stretching out both hands to grab the brim of her cap, Mo Shangjun forcefully straightened it out.
Military bearing must be maintained, to prevent giving others something to latch onto.
Ya Tianxing chuckled lightly, seeing her shift the topic and trying to cover up that flicker of ambiguity and embarrassment, and he cooperated by letting her go.
"That depends on your performance," he said, standing up straight and speaking at a leisurely pace.
