"Why are you here?"
Mo Shangjun walked over to Lang Yan with large strides.
"Waiting for you," Lang Yan said as if it was the most expected thing.
"What's up?" Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
"Didn't get to see you when I came back last time, so I waited for you especially."
Saying this, Lang Yan seemed to be seriously sizing up Mo Shangjun, as if truly wanting a good look.
Mo Shangjun deliberately waited a few seconds, then asked when he finally withdrew his gaze, "Finished looking?"
"You look alright," Lang Yan commented, and then sighed, "Intellectual tasks are much more comfortable than what we're doing."
He had hoped to catch Mo Shangjun in a disheveled state, but she didn't even have a speck of dirt on her clothes.
Mo Shangjun chuckled, "If I remember correctly, you didn't participate in the drill."
Lang Yan was busy training new recruits and had no time to join the drill.
