"I'll be with her."
The voice came from above.
Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu both looked up.
With one glance, they saw Ya Tianxing standing on the staircase, his sharp eyes looking down, his height and presence exerting a heavy, oppressive aura.
The spitting image of a stern judge from hell.
Duan Zimu, looking at him, thought to himself that this man had smoothly intercepted them halfway, paused, was about to speak, but before he could, Ya Tianxing directly cut in—
"Mo Shangjun, come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ya Tianxing turned and walked up the stairs.
He didn't give them any chance to speak.
Duan Zimu's brow twitched slightly.
Bullying by flaunting one's power really was unmatched.
"I'll be going first."
Mo Shangjun said to Duan Zimu, then obediently followed up the stairs.
The abandoned Duan Zimu: "..."
Watching Mo Shangjun walk away without any reluctance, Duan Zimu's expression darkened slightly.
