"Got your clothes ready?"
Hearing footsteps, Mo Shangjun seemed to know who it was and turned around to ask him directly.
"Yeah." Ya Tianxing nodded.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, "Then, lead the way."
Ya Tianxing gave her a sidelong glance and led the way unhurriedly.
Suddenly, he noticed the footsteps behind him had stopped, replaced by a low murmur of conversation.
Ya Tianxing turned around and indeed found no one behind him. Looking up to search, he saw Mo Shangjun on the roadside making a phone call. At a distance of about five meters, she was holding her phone in one hand, and the other hand was in her pocket, looking down and kicking at pebbles, showing only half of her face. The soft, hazy streetlight cast a faint, fuzzy outline on her profile.
