Afternoon, three o'clock.
The rain had gradually stopped, but the temperature continued to fall.
Mo Shangjun sat in her office, looking at the gloomy sky outside and leisurely sipping hot tea.
The tea had just been brewed, and tendrils of steam rose from the cup. Outside, a breeze carried the smell of rain and easily scattered the rising mist, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Mo Shangjun took a sip of tea.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Mo Shangjun lazily lifted her eyes, glancing with the corner of her vision at Ya Tianxing standing outside the door.
As soon as her gaze met Ya Tianxing's, she heard his teasing voice, "Instructor Mo, don't you think you're being a little too ruthless?"
"Compared to you, am I not far behind?" Mo Shangjun chuckled at Ya Tianxing, unapologetically retorting.
Ya Tianxing shrugged helplessly, unable to deny it.
