The car window slowly lowered.
In their line of sight, without the obstruction of a layer of glass, the contours of the other person became even clearer.
"Get in,"
Ya Tianxing used a commanding tone.
Without moving immediately, Mo Shangjun stood in place for a while, her cold gaze gradually softening.
Lifting her leg, she walked around the front of the car, pulled open the passenger door, and sat inside.
She conscientiously buckled her seatbelt.
Ya Tianxing looked at her and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Mhm."
In response, Mo Shangjun fastened her seatbelt, crossed her legs, and then rummaged in her pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag.
Just as Ya Tianxing was about to start the car, his gaze swept over the plastic bag in her hands.
He couldn't help but pause for a moment.
Inside the small plastic bag, there was a jumble of coins and small bills; from dime-sized coins to one-yuan notes, along with some coins, all thrown together in disarray, their total amount unclear.
