Motan showed a victory smile without a trace of joy: "Anything else?"
"Well, it's just a personal guess, but is your problem related to langua... uh, never mind!"
Fire Yang stopped halfway, falling silent under Motan's suddenly piercing gaze.
"Thank you for the thought."
After a brief silence, Motan smiled apologetically at the friend who was genuinely worried about him: "I'll properly adjust my mood, don't worry."
Fire Yang shook his head and stood up, hammering Motan's shoulder across the table: "Better be like that."
"Then the daunting task of communicating with those big shots is yours."
Motan raised a hand to divert Fire Yang's fist, earnestly saying: "What I suggested earlier is indeed the best solution I can think of right now, there's no impulsiveness in it."
"Got it, I'll go talk to the mentor now."
Fire Yang scratched his ear, then left in a hurry after shooting Yizou a look even he didn't understand.
The spacious command room suddenly became quiet.
