Xiao Qimo regretted it; he regretted it so much that his insides twisted with guilt.
Of all the people to go against, why did he choose Team Two? Why did he target her so many times in the fight for the leadership position?
Even his toes could recall every instance when he antagonized Team Two and how vile his attitude had been.
He even tore off his mask to let Lu Mian see his genuine facial expression.
"Baby, hit me, scold me, just don't be mad anymore," said the humble Master Mo, sincerely apologizing online.
The once lofty commander of Team One was now as humble as he could be.
Those harsh words he'd once said were now word-for-word being repaid back to him.
Karma works wonders, and it came for him too fast.
Lu Mian lowered her gaze and stared at the mask in her hand. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, but she said nothing.
Xiao Qimo: I'm doomed. I can't win her over.
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Meanwhile, the other commanders seated at the ceremony site were growing restless.
