"How could that be possible, your ideas are abundant." Lang Yan said, "Whether it's me or the instructor, you always manage to persuade at least one of us."
Mo Shangjun smiled, "I dare not wear that tall hat."
"..."
Lang Yan fell silent.
Even through the phone, Mo Shangjun could sense Lang Yan's confusion.
Perhaps even Lang Yan himself couldn't be sure if his perseverance was right, which is why he'd called his assistant, the deputy company commander—he just wanted a result.
Even if that result was being convinced otherwise.
But Mo Shangjun, who found it difficult to make decisions about even her own affairs, would struggle to give him such a result.
Despite the fact that she understood what Lang Yan was worried about—
"He wanted to lead a group of soldiers who were not afraid of war, but who would certainly not become excited by war or long for it."
This peace-lover didn't look forward to war.
"Then I'll think about it some more."
