Like long-time friends, perfectly in sync, able to chat freely.
Soon, Ya Tianxing entered the field of view. He carried a water cup as he walked behind Ju Qiong, resting his elbow on the back of the chair, slightly leaned forward to look at the monitor, a natural movement, with a serious and focused expression. After a few seconds, he nodded, "It's fine."
"Then let's do it like this," Ju Qiong said, turned his head to glance at Ya Tianxing, and added, "You're done with your work here too, right? How about grabbing a meal together."
"Okay."
Ya Tianxing straightened up and placed the water cup on the table.
"Print it out for me, and hand it over to the main team along with the second team's report."
"Okay."
Ya Tianxing nodded.
With a slight movement of her brow, Mo Shangjun stepped forward two steps, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.
Simultaneously, the two looked up, directing their gaze to the doorway.
