As if yesterday's unpleasantness had never happened, Long Xilu's face was sweet with smiles, not a trace of unnaturalness, but instead, it bore an inviting, sweet charm.
Mo Shangjun's eyebrows moved slightly as she saw her approach.
On anyone else, having been at a disadvantage before, the next meeting wouldn't feature such sweet smiles; not throwing a glare would already be extremely polite.
So, no matter how natural and sincere the smile appeared to be, the smile on that face was fake unless this person was a naive sweetie who didn't hold grudges at all.
"Is there something you want?" Mo Shangjun asked indifferently.
She hadn't been given a warm welcome before, and there was no need for pretense now.
Standing in the aisle of this row, Long Xilu tilted her head and her eyes curved into crescents as she asked in a soft voice, "Isn't Deputy Company Commander Mo going to contribute an act?"
"No time." Mo Shangjun responded coolly.
