"Damn it, try me!"
Ding Jing threw down the harsh words, then pretended to be relaxed, flicked her sleeves, and left.
But just as she stepped out, she heard a teasing voice, "Oh, just dropping by?"
Mo Shangjun, sipping her soup, looked up at the door upon hearing this, and there stood Peng Yuqiu, briefly knocking before coming in.
"Lord Yan has issued a final ultimatum: if your report isn't submitted, don't bother participating in next week's exercises." Peng Yuqiu cut straight to the chase, conveying Ya Tianxing's message without hesitation.
"Just finished writing it; take it."
Mo Shangjun glanced towards the printer.
It had just been printed, a thick stack.
She really hoped it would blind Ya Tianxing.
Peng Yuqiu walked over to the printer, picked up the newly printed report, straightened it, and brought it to the desk, placing it down, "You should hand this to Lord Yan yourself, I'm just the messenger."
"I don't like seeing him."
