Mo Shangjun reported the name of the restaurant to Mu Cheng.
After hanging up the phone, she had intended to probe Tianxing for some information, but she noticed Tianxing sitting leisurely, with his eyes closed, resting.
So, she did not disturb him.
Mo Shangjun had never formally participated in a military exercise, but she knew quite a bit about them and was well aware that the exercises at Tianxing's level were anything but easy.
He hadn't even changed his clothes, so she figured he must have come right after the exercise ended. Allowing him to rest well was the right thing to do.
The journey was silent.
Around twelve o'clock, the jeep arrived at the entrance of the old restaurant.
Compared to the hotpot restaurant Tianxing chose, the street-side old restaurant Shangjun chose was worlds apart.
A secluded alley, a noisy street; looking around, it felt like being in an old town.
