"Instructor Yan, I apply—"
"While we're outside, no talk about work."
Ya Tianxing cut her off, raising a hand to press down her duckbill cap.
Mo Shangjun: "…"
At that moment—
Someone came in, looked around, and strode directly toward them.
After getting closer, he greeted them, "Both of you."
Mo Shangjun lifted the brim of her cap and looked over with Ya Tianxing.
A young man, quite tall, but slightly bending his waist to avoid disturbing others, dressed in casual clothes, yet every piece was a famous brand. It was hard to see clearly in the dim light, but one could vaguely tell he was handsome and had an air of refinement.
The young man directly handed over the tofu pudding to Mo Shangjun.
"Here's your tofu pudding," he said with a smile, his voice friendly.
Mo Shangjun glanced at the pudding packed in two bags, twitched the corners of her mouth and asked, "From Sisheng?"
"Yes." The young man smiled and nodded, seeming somewhat helpless as well.
"Thanks."
