Upon hearing Ji Ruonan's words, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
But she quickly snapped back to reality—this was probably the reason why Ya Tianxing wanted her to finish reading that stack of folders in the morning.
The grand show?
Indeed.
This truly was a "grand show."
—If Chen Yu were really willing to lower his head in front of her.
Squinting her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun asked, "So what?"
Ji Ruonan laughed and said, "Chen Yu is still hesitating, but I think there's a ninety percent chance he'll come looking for you."
"Isn't there still ten percent left?"
"Let's just give him some face."
"I'm not that petty," Mo Shangjun said, "but he might be."
"It's not as serious as you think. He's just under too much pressure and feeling too anxious," Ji Ruonan explained, "But because of this, he will definitely come to you. He was scolded the entire morning today, and he can't afford to lose anymore."
