"Mo Shangjun, let me go."
Liang Zhiqiong didn't yell at Mo Shangjun, just curled her lips slightly, with a trace of choking in her words.
"Come with me."
Noticing Liang Zhiqiong's off mood, Mo Shangjun's eyes flickered, glanced at Peng Yuqiu standing aside, and then pulled Liang Zhiqiong away.
Liang Zhiqiong let out an exclamation, tried to wrest her wrist free a couple of times, but failed to break loose. She turned back to look at Peng Yuqiu, who still hadn't even glanced their way.
Liang Zhiqiong was so frustrated, she ended up just following Mo Shangjun obediently.
Dragging Liang Zhiqiong along, Mo Shangjun only stopped after about three minutes, in a secluded spot.
Releasing Liang Zhiqiong's wrist, Mo Shangjun turned around to face her.
Liang Zhiqiong hung her head, one hand holding her wrist, her previous fire gone without a trace, replaced by an undeniable dejection.
After sizing her up, Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, "Do you realize your mistake?"
