Mo Shangjun settled the bill and left the shop with Ya Tianxing.
Coming out of the supermarket across the street with bread in his hand, Mu Cheng happened to see them walking shoulder to shoulder. He was about to wave to them when he noticed they were heading in the opposite direction of their parked car.
Mu Cheng watched them, puzzled.
Then—
He was utterly baffled.
Because he watched, wide-eyed, as the two of them quickly unlocked a cargo truck and silently hopped on.
The truck started and disappeared into the traffic in the blink of an eye.
Mu Cheng was deeply conflicted, twitching at the corner of his mouth, not sure what to say.
Who just hops onto someone's truck after a meal?!
He sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.
"Chen Jun, you at the station?" Mu Cheng spoke with the familiarity of an old acquaintance as soon as the call connected.
"I am." The person on the other end did not bother to sugarcoat his response.
