Evening, Ancheng.
Mo Shangjun got off the plane and left the airport.
The sky had darkened, and artificial lights illuminated the ground. Looking up, she saw only a few scattered stars twinkling in the pitch-black night sky.
Mo Shangjun hailed a taxi, and had just started to mention her destination when her phone's ringtone sounded.
It was Lang Yan calling.
——Even though it was a new phone, Ya Tianxing had input several contact numbers into the address book, including those of Chen Lu, Mo Shangshuang, Mo Cang, and even Lang Yan's.
Surprisingly thoughtful.
"Commander Lang."
Picking up the phone, Mo Shangjun called out languidly.
"Lieutenant Mo," came Lang Yan's cheerful voice on the other end. He laughed and asked, "Have you arrived?"
"Just did."
"Perfect," Lang Yan said, "I'm here in the city for some errands and about to head back. Why don't you go have a meal, and I'll pick you up later? We can go back together."
"Sure."
Mo Shangjun agreed readily.
