"I have to go."
Noticing the clock on the wall, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Even she didn't expect to chat for so long.
At some point, the wild wind outside had lessened, and a fine drizzle began to fall. Perhaps it was too peaceful, making one lose track of time.
Song Xiuliang nodded, "You're welcome to come often."
Mo Shangjun glanced at him, "It's a miracle you haven't been beaten to death by your patients."
Song Xiuliang chuckled lightly. Seeing Mo Shangjun get up intending to walk towards the window, he said, "Use the door; there should be no one around now. Besides, it's not safe doing it your way."
Mo Shangjun shrugged, "We outstanding warriors believe in starting well and ending well."
"...You outstanding warriors should really learn some cultural knowledge." Song Xiuliang couldn't help but quip.
Mo Shangjun offered suggestions, "If you have an opinion, you can report it to our leaders."
