"Since Instructor Zhong doesn't trust me, you handle this matter."
With an offhand remark, the responsibility was entirely thrust upon Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun stared at Ya Tianxing with a smile that was not quite a smile, not immediately accepting such a heavy burden.
The next moment, as expected, Zhong Tianhao spoke up forcefully, enunciating every word, "I protest!"
With these words, Mo Shangjun smiled, the corners of her lips curling up.
Ya Tianxing leaned back in his chair, glanced at Mo Shangjun's subtle expression, then turned his gaze to Zhong Tianhao.
He said, "Reason."
His voice was calm, showing no surprise, as if it was all within his expectations.
Zhong Tianhao turned his head, furrowing his brows as he scrutinized Mo Shangjun with a look full of concerns and doubts. Finally, he redirected his gaze to Ya Tianxing and said, "I don't trust her."
"..." Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched.
What a blunt statement that was.
