Actually, aside from being gentle with Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo is basically an iceberg around everyone else. The refined man unhappily reminded Yun Zhijuan, "There are only eight days left. If the second squad's commander continues to handle the mission passively, please, Leader, don't cover for him."
He paused. "Otherwise, I don't mind sparring with you."
The deeper meaning behind 'sparring' was real weapons and live ammunition.
Threatened by his junior, Yun Zhijuan's heart trembled, feeling inexplicably guilty.
In addition to feeling guilty, he also felt utterly aggrieved.
What was this? Everyone's wings had grown hard, huh? Not taking him, the leader, seriously anymore, huh?
Fine, I'm done talking.
Yun Zhijuan let out a snide chuckle, tinged with coldness: "Junior, when you called me, did you hear my insurance sales ringtone? It sounded pretty good, didn't it? Want to buy some insurance?"
