Ju Qiong felt as if a sharp sword pierced straight into her brain, twisting a few times after the initial stab, causing her head to ache.
She's going to have to run to the brigade's office again this afternoon...
The mess hall squad leader was stunned by Mo Shangjun's bold words. He glanced sideways, and immediately a cook rushed over, whispering Mo Shangjun's name into his ear.
"Alright, alright, Mo Team!"
After repeating "alright" three times, the mess hall squad leader directly aimed his anger at Mo Shangjun, glaring fiercely at her, his words laced with raging flames, "I hope you can give me an explanation!"
A mere mess hall squad leader, regardless of his seniority, was audacious enough to demand an "explanation" from two officers above two stripes, which seemed extremely arrogant.
However, Ju Qiong was the first to step in to mediate, "Old Zhang, we didn't handle this well, we apologize to you."
As soon as her words fell, Mo Shangjun also got up.
