"...I'm at a loss."
When Mo Shangjun spoke those words, she appropriately revealed a touch of sorrow.
Ya Tianxing's eyebrows twitched slightly as he instinctively sensed something was amiss and retracted his disdain.
There was no doubt that halving the spare change in the bag was within Mo Shangjun's capabilities.
Whether it was shamelessness or ability, both were considered a skill.
"Deal."
To avoid selling himself even cheaper, Ya Tianxing chose a price that was barely acceptable—the least he could do since it was part of Mo Shangjun's family assets.
Mo Shangjun moved her wrist, planning to loosen up her muscles.
"Do you guys play Parkour?" she asked seemingly offhandedly.
