Mo Shangjun's phone call lasted a full half hour.
Mo Cang had personally asked the East Sea Fleet on her behalf, ensuring that all information regarding Lu Yang was thoroughly gathered. Just recounting it to Mo Shangjun took up so much time.
Upon returning from the phone call, Mo Shangjun didn't seem as cheerful as before, her brows slightly furrowed as she walked to her desk.
And on the desk, the steamed bun she had only eaten one of was now completely cold.
As soon as Mo Shangjun placed her phone down, she picked up the steamed bun and nibbled on it absently.
"Deputy Company Commander Mo?"
Lang Yan, who was worrying about his wife-chasing plan, called out to Mo Shangjun with a slightly suppressed voice.
"Hmm?" Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows.
"Do I really have to write a plan?" Lang Yan asked, a look of distress on his face.
After swallowing the steamed bun, Mo Shangjun asked with a hint of amusement, "Don't tell me you haven't even started?"
