"Jiang Yan, what are you thinking about?" Mo Jingsheng glanced at Song Haitao, who was drawing on the table, and turned his head only to see Jiang Yan with a slight frown, so he casually asked.
Jiang Yan withdrew her thoughts and truthfully said, "I was just thinking that the time for this outing is still quite tight."
"It is quite tight," Mo Jingsheng squinted his eyes. "Once the extreme cold weather passes, there will be more uncontrollable natural disasters occurring randomly. Each disaster, depending on the regional environment, will form different secondary disasters. So, the whole plan sounds simple, but it's actually very difficult to implement."
After he finished speaking, he looked at her intently and said, "So, now—"
Halfway through his sentence, Jiang Yan had already picked up on his intent and interjected, "Don't worry, Leader Mo, once I decide on something, I won't give up easily."
