"Thank you for the praise, Boss."
Jiawen walked slowly to the long table, and during the process, she quietly transformed into a dark elf girl dressed in a wine-red long dress. She leaned slightly forward, her enchanting crimson eyes fixed unwaveringly on the other party, and with a light chuckle said, "I just did my best within my capacities. Without you and Old Master Mu's support, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't have succeeded."
Mo glanced indifferently at the dark elf with an alluring figure and beautiful face before him, and casually remarked, "I thought you had mastered the art of balancing 'humility' and 'pride'."
"Of course I can, if I wish to."
Jiawen gently tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear and smiled, "It's you who always maintain that undefined pride without feeling tired?"
Mo slowly shook his head, meaningfully reminded, "You'd better always remember your duty as a 'tool', rather than engage in tests destined to yield no results."
