At that moment, it felt as though a thousand arrows pierced the heart, followed by a surge of scorching hot blood in the chest.
The blood was warm.
A simple question was enough to make Mo Shangjun's blood boil.
This was a scene Mo Shangjun had never imagined.
Her fingers trembled slightly, yet Mo Shangjun looked as calm as ever, even a bit composed and relaxed. She said, "Report, I am willing!"
The moment her words fell, several leaders breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from their hearts, a slight smile in their eyes. They exchanged glances and nodded with satisfaction.
They did not have as many expectations of Mo Shangjun as Ya Tianxing did.
Mo Shangjun was somewhat dumbfounded — the leaders' impression of her was probably much better than she had imagined.
Then, she heard Gong Xin ask again, word by word, "So, are you willing to take on the responsibility of leading a team?"
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyes in shock.
*
