After taking the medication, Mo Shangjun sat on the sofa but wasn't in a hurry to leave.
She rallied her spirits and reported to Ya Tianxing the previous night's training, detailing each aspect to him.
It had taken her some time to prepare for this special training, and likewise, Ya Tianxing had taken great pains to ensure she could complete it.
For her, persuading Ya Tianxing was the only requirement, but for him, it meant convincing many others.
By rights, upon her return from the special training, she should have reported the details to Ya Tianxing immediately so he could explain to those people.
A fever was at most a minor cold; it wasn't a matter of life and death. Therefore, Mo Shangjun was resolute in not allowing it to affect her work.
Ya Tianxing seemed to see through her stubborn nature. Watching her furrow her brows, yet explain each matter clearly, his thoughts were complex.
"Done."
After finishing her last words, Mo Shangjun clapped her hands.
