"Borrow your computer for a moment."
As soon as Mo Shangjun finished speaking, she withdrew her hand.
However, as soon as she took a step forward, coming to Ya Tianxing's side, his arm stretched out in front of her, gripping her left shoulder.
She turned to face him as he did the same, and the two of them stood facing each other, having turned ninety degrees.
Ya Tianxing stared into her beautiful eyes.
Calm, collected, unruffled.
Not the slightest bit of concern could be traced.
While being scrutinized, Mo Shangjun's thoughts drifted slightly, and she couldn't help but associate the encounter with the driver earlier that night, who'd vividly depicted the image of a "jerk."
In front of her now...
Looking at his sharp-featured, handsome face, it oddly matched the character she had conjured up in her mind.
She paused for a moment.
"Nothing you want to say?" Ya Tianxing's voice was slightly probing, his deep and sensuous voice, dangerously charming.
