Ever since realizing the discord within the team, Mu Cheng looked left and right, feeling that the conflicts among these people seemed to be numerous.
Thus, Mu Cheng, who loves to worry and adores peace, spent the following time contemplating how to bring this group together in harmony.
Unfortunately, he's not a woman and only knows how to appease his wife, so by the time they were preparing to land, he still hadn't come up with any feasible plan.
It really made his head spin.
Mu Cheng sighed inwardly.
"Mr. Zhou, after you."
Rising with a gun on his back, Mo Shangjun slightly lifted his eyelids and spoke to Jiu Zhou, who was also getting up.
No sign of confrontation.
Jiu Zhou squinted, responded amicably, "Sure."
So, he walked up front.
Mu Cheng opened his mouth and, in surprise, almost bit his tongue.
What was going on?
Were they both just really good at disguising their feelings, or... were things not as serious as he thought?
"Brother Mu."
