"Captain Ji." Jiang Yuman's tone was distant and cold, and it was obvious that she was just being polite.

Ji Fangshu didn't mind and even smiled and greeted, "Comrade Jiang, have you just returned from the cafeteria?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuman opened the office door and walked straight in.

Because of the competition between the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe and the military region, she had a very bad impression of Ji Fangshu and did not want to have any substantive dialogue with her.

But sometimes, even when I don’t want to talk, someone just keeps coming up to me.

This is what Ji Fangshu is like at this moment.

This was the office of the 22nd Division's Cultural Troupe, but she walked in casually and naturally as if it was her own territory.

"I read the previous report on the founding of the army. I have been looking for an opportunity to congratulate you, but I just found the time today."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuman paused in her rummaging.

Congratulations to her?

Even though she didn't have a deep relationship with Ji Fangshu, she knew from their previous encounters that the other party was arrogant and looked down on others.

Such people would only praise the scriptwriters of Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, not the 22nd Division Literature and Art Troupe.

Thinking about what happened outside the Wei family before, Jiang Yuman's expression became more and more strange.

Previously, the other party poached Wen Xin from the 22nd Division’s Cultural Troupe. Are they trying to do the same thing again and poach me?

Before she could figure it out, a voice suddenly came from the door:

"Captain Ji, why are you here?" The two looked up and saw Su Wenzheng standing at the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuman breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Wenzheng was holding something in her hand, and it was obvious that she was here to look for Jiang Yumen. She obviously didn't expect to see Ji Fangshu here, and her expression was puzzled.

"I'm just here to take a look." Ji Fangshu glanced at the things in her hand, "I heard that the Chief of General Staff is coming, and I haven't congratulated you yet."

"It's not too late to say it now,"

Su Wenzheng raised her eyebrows, saying, "Next time you come, tell me specifically, or you'll end up in the wrong office again."

The group leader and the screenwriter teacher's offices are different. She said this deliberately to point out Ji Fangshu.

After hearing this, and seeing Su Wenzhen protecting Jiang Yuman behind her like a child, Ji Fangshu felt breathless.

The two had fought for so many years, and every time Su Wenzheng was defeated? This time she won with the help of her screenwriter teacher, so why was she so arrogant in front of him?

What's more...she's my niece!

If she hadn't remembered Xu Qing's words clearly, she would have turned against him by now.

Ji Fangshu had a hard time enduring it.

But in Su Wenzheng's eyes, it looked suspicious no matter how she looked at it.

One cannot fall in the same place twice. The lesson from the screenwriter teacher who was poached was enough once.

He turned to look at Jiang Yuman, and said kindly, "Yuman, go and watch them practice dancing. It's rare for Headmaster Ji to come here, so I'll walk around with her."

"Yeah." Jiang Yuman really didn't want to stay here, so she took her things and went out.

Watching her back disappear, Ji Fangshu was furious and said, "Su Wenzheng, what do you mean? Are you on guard against thieves?"

She came here specifically to find Jiang Yuman, hoping to find a suitable topic to reveal her identity, but Su Wenzheng showed up halfway and all her original plans went down the drain.

It's impossible that Jiang Yuman wanted to leave and she forced him to leave, right?

"Isn't what happened with Wenxin last time enough?"

Seeing Ji Fangshu's falling out, Su Wenzheng was too lazy to pretend to be kind, "To be honest, I have to thank you for this."

She said leisurely, "If you hadn't stolen Wen Xin away, the 22nd Division Literature Troupe wouldn't have such an excellent screenwriting teacher."