"Momo!"
A shout rang out, filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
Mo Shangjun felt a bit of a headache, turned slightly, and looked toward the newcomer.
The person appeared to be in his early twenties, around one meter eighty in height, on the slender side, with delicate and handsome features. At this moment, his eyebrows curved, and he smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth, his smile highly infectious, kindling goodwill in those who met him for the first time.
He quickly ran up to her, spreading his arms and pouncing towards Mo Shangjun.
Meanwhile, he called out to her with deep affection —
"Momo!"
Suppressing the urge to send a kick flying his way, Mo Shangjun lifted the rifle in her hand and aimed it directly at his chest, halting the monkey-like man in his tracks.
Yan Gui, the man before her, was of the same age as her, two months her senior. As his father was a military man, he grew up in the military compound and had known her since they were both children.
