At this moment, at the Z Department Command Center.
Quan Shaoqing sat in front of the computer, working on a new military plan.
Lin Mi brewed a cup of tea and placed it beside him, "superior officer, Mr. Zhang personally called to ask you to bring Zhang Jingyue to the headquarters. Did you really refuse?"
"Yes!" Quan Shaoqing didn't look up, continuing with his work.
His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, his face expressionless.
"This isn't very good, is it! Mr. Zhang and your grandfather are close friends; this small matter is just a word from you. It wouldn't affect you, and the headquarters just so happens to be lacking a brilliant talent like Zhang Jingyue," Lin Mi said, puzzled.
Quan Shaoqing suddenly stopped working and turned his head to glare at Lin Mi. The coolness in his eyes was like Ice Needles landing on Lin Mi's body, involuntarily making him shiver.
"Supe... superior officer... I was just curious and asking!... asking..." Lin Mi quickly explained.