Glancing at Mo Shangshuang's message, Mo Shangjun realized something was off, and without worrying about whether she was invading someone's privacy, she directly went into WeChat.
There were quite a lot of messages.
She went straight to the chat with Mo Shangshuang.
Scrolling back, the two laconic men didn't have many chat records—the latest conversation was from three months ago.
The newly arrived messages were just four lines.
Mo Shangshuang: "Lend me Mo Shangjun."
Mo Shangshuang: "Three days."
Mo Shangshuang: "22, 23, 24."
Mo Shangshuang: "You name the conditions."
Since it was about herself, Mo Shangjun didn't hold back and after thinking for a moment, she started to reply.
Ya Tianxing: "Bro."
There was a slight delay before a reply came through.
Mo Shangshuang: "You're up early, I can't handle it."
Upon seeing these three words, Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mo Shangshuang must have misunderstood, and couldn't help but laugh softly.
