"Has Brother Mo ever slipped up?" Zhao Xiangqian retorted.
Li Wei and Yan Dong glanced at each other and shook their heads together: "No."
"That's just it then." Zhao Xiangqian slipped away swiftly, casting a disdainful look at them.
"Cooperation." Yan Dong pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Deal." Li Wei nodded, and the two quickly ran towards Zhao Xiangqian.
For a moment, the two teamed up against Zhao Xiangqian, who kept crying out 'wah wah' as he was hit.
"What's this, got nothing to do?" Mo Siyu walked over from the duty office.
Li Wei, Zhao Xiangqian, and Yan Dong simultaneously stopped, all inwardly groaning.
"Zhao Xiangqian, Li Wei." Mo Siyu's voice was cold and resolute.
"Yes."
Zhao Xiangqian and Li Wei stood upright, like primary school students in front of a teacher.
"Carry a 10 kg weight, run 5 km."
"Brother Mo." Zhao Xiangqian hurriedly said: "We sincerely hope you can hold your beauty in your arms soon."
