"Instructor, you're late!"
The clear and loud voice immediately drew the attention of most of Fierce Tiger Company.
Amidst the many gazes, Xiao Lei, who had previously been lounging lazily on the ground, touched his nose with his hand and then stood up with a swagger, as if he were some bigshot worth a quarter million, his whole body radiating defiance against Mo Shangjun, looking at Mo Shangjun with a slanted glare.
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched incessantly.
Being good-looking and having a good temperament, having the same capital as Ruan Yan, you could afford to be a bit arrogant. But the trash that got thrown into Fierce Tiger Company, what's there to be arrogant about?
Just like some delusional teenager.
Yet, it was exactly this delusional teenager who spurred on a bunch of dimwit bunny brats.
"Yeah, Instructor Mo, you were late!"
"As an instructor, that's not appropriate, right?"
"Are you going to stand at attention for a long lecture this time?"
