"That's what you say, but..." Mo Shangjun smiled with confidence and boldness, "Ya Tianxing, you shouldn't underestimate me."
Seeing Mo Shangjun's confident smile, Ya Tianxing was momentarily stunned, then recalled—he had once thought of recruiting Mo Shangjun to his unit.
At that time, there were no concerns; it was purely because of Mo Shangjun's capabilities.
And just where Mo Shangjun's limits lay had been something he was interested in for a while.
However, as Mo Shangjun's ability to lead troops became increasingly outstanding, coupled with the dynamics of their relationship, he gradually suppressed this curiosity, and his impression of Mo Shangjun's abilities stayed at a certain level, focusing more on her leadership methods and way of thinking.
Looking back, Mo Shangshuang had always referred to Mo Shangjun as a "little monster," to the extent of being reluctant to mention having such an extraordinary prodigy in the family.
Ya Tianxing couldn't help but smile.
