She wasn't interested.
Patting Liang Zhiqiong's shoulder, she withdrew her arm and slid it back into her pant pocket, then made her way unhurriedly to her bed.
Looking at the messy quilt again, Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.
"Mo Shangjun."
Ji Ruonan stared at her retreating figure, calling out to her.
Mo Shangjun grabbed a corner of the quilt, didn't even turn her head, and lazily asked, "What is it?"
"Nothing much," Ji Ruonan smiled briefly, then became serious, "Just saying hello."
Mo Shangjun paused, simply ignored her, and focused on folding the quilt.
Lin Qi glanced at Mo Shangjun, surprised she hadn't taken issue with Liang Zhiqiong right there and then, also puzzledly looked at Ji Ruonan, finding her demeanor towards Mo Shangjun somewhat inexplicable.
Ni Rou and Yu Yitong made no move, but it was Liang Zhiqiong who pursed her lips, flung the washbasin onto the table, and went to hang clothes on the hanger.
