"Ya Family's kid," Cen Zhi watched Ya Tianxing lazily, his voice cool and steady with a hint of cockiness, "The knife you sent was not bad, but the person..."
Cen Zhi's words paused.
Then, after giving Ya Tianxing and Ji Ruonan a look, he added at a leisurely pace, "Still lacking somewhat."
Hearing those intentionally provocative words, Mo Shangjun subconsciously reached for her nose, but halfway through, she realized she was wearing a helmet. With a sigh in her heart, Mo Shangjun, noting the almost imperceptible scrutinizing gazes from Ya Tianxing and Ji Ruonan, waved at them generously as a greeting.
Then, she put down her hand.
Ya Tianxing's gaze swept lightly over her. He placed a hand in his pocket and asked Cen Zhi calmly, "How many days' leave did you take?"
That seemingly casual tone, calm and unforced.
Yet, this statement was clearly a graceful way of giving Mo Shangjun a "few days" off. Moreover, he didn't ask for a reason and was very generous about it.
