"Let's go together."
As he approached Mo Shangjun, Ya Tianxing spoke with utmost nonchalance.
Mo Shangjun did not object as her gaze drifted away from him.
Together, they left the camp commander's office.
From beginning to end, Mo Shangjun hadn't caught a glimpse of the commander, but that made things more relaxed and comfortable for her.
"Where to?"
Stepping out of the office building, Mo Shangjun lazily opened her mouth as she slipped one hand into her pocket, facing the howling wind.
The wind was cold, the clouds dark and foreboding, and the world was draped in a layer of grey. According to the weather forecast, there would be snow today.
"Heading back."
With a hint of surprise, Mo Shangjun gently lifted her eyes, "That's it? No other business?"
"Missing something?" Ya Tianxing raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile in his eyes and a mischievous tilt to his mouth.
Mo Shangjun silently shifted her gaze away, "Sure, let's go together. It's on the way."
