"Get downstairs."
These two clear and straightforward words came through the phone, crystal clear.
Mo Shangjun paused slightly.
She looked up at the incandescent light shining overhead, its glow filling the entire dormitory, then walked to the window beside her, reached out to open it, and looked down at the empty space below.
Under the tree to the right stood a tall and straight figure, precisely under the shadow of the tree, away from the streetlights' illumination, his outline obscured by the darkness. Yet his innate presence made him conspicuous as always.
Dressed in a long black coat, wearing a black felt hat for men, holding a cell phone to his ear, he slightly lifted his head, revealing his deep, handsome features.
It was indeed Ya Tianxing.
Mo Shangjun's gaze collided with his.
After a moment, Mo Shangjun, with one arm cradling the other, leaned against the window and spoke in a light tone, "Is there something you need?"
