"No," Ya Tianxing replied with certainty, and smoothly let go of her waist.
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun got up slowly and methodically, then yanked the blanket off of her.
At that moment, the car door on the side closest to her was opened by the driver who had gotten out earlier.
The driver didn't hurry her, but standing there in all black, Mo Shangjun couldn't dally either.
Gathering the helmet, coat, and belt in her hands, Mo Shangjun exited the car with composure.
The driver shut the door behind her, and right after, Ya Tianxing also got out from the other side.
"Second Young Master, the old master has asked you to return home tonight."
Mo Shangjun finally heard the driver speak.
Each word was uttered distinctly, neither servile nor overbearing, and his voice was steady, not that of an ordinary person.
Second Young Master, old master.
Clearly not the address of ordinary people.
Mo Shangjun turned to look, taking a proper glance at the driver.
