"Mu Lin." The calm voice was tinged with a hint of magnetism, a faint hint of laughter; the other party seemed to be in a fairly good mood.
Standing next to Mo Yinfan, a slight smile played at the corners of Mo Qian's mouth.
Mu Lin, she hasn't been to Ming City for a long time. He really missed the days of collaboration with her. His yearning for sparring with her had yet to be satisfied. He wondered if he would have a chance this time.
Mo Qian unconsciously felt a bit eager.
But it would only be her who could sweep away the recent heaviness and pressure; she always liked to take everything on herself, the pressure was really heavy.
Nice for now.
"Mo Yinfan." Hearing the other party's voice, Mu Lin parted her lips, "Your call came quickly, I just got to the hotel." His call came very timely.
