The atmosphere was heavy, the vibe oppressive.
Chai Xinyan, caught in the eye of the storm, felt her scalp tingle. On one hand, she had to bear her team's expectations; on the other, she faced the pressure from Mo Shangjun.
No.
Not just Mo Shangjun!
Ever since that group of people appeared, they seemed to have coordinated it, and all eyes fell on her!
They ignored everyone else, just staring at her!
A difficult-to-resist danger pressed upon her from all directions, making it hard for her to breathe.
Chai Xinyan felt an unprecedented pressure.
Just as Chai Xinyan was hesitating, Mo Shangjun pressed, step by step, "So, can you give a definitive answer?"
"Fine." Chai Xinyan finally nodded, took a breath, looked Mo Shangjun directly in the eyes, exuding the aura of a team leader, and spoke calmly, "But we get to choose the project."
"Whatever."
Mo Shangjun shrugged indifferently.
Chai Xinyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
