She hadn't intended to look, but a sweep of her gaze caught a familiar phrase, causing her to pause.
Looking closely, she saw her own phone number.
Remark: Lass.
Was this... the nickname Ya Tianxing had given her?
For no reason in particular, Mo Shangjun felt a slight embarrassment.
A moment later, she scrolled up the screen, pretending not to have seen it, thought for a bit, and then decided to call her mentor again.
After about twenty seconds, the call was answered.
"Who's this?" an impatient voice came from the other end.
"Old man, I'm calling to wish you a Happy New Year," Mo Shangjun began slowly.
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a sarcastic remark, "What, you finally remembered that you have an old man like me?"
Mo Shangjun kept a straight face, "I've been thinking about you all the time."
"...Really?" That obviously skeptical tone was quite awkward.
Mo Shangjun laughed, affirming, "Really."
