Mo Shangjun finished speaking and started to walk away.
But the moment she turned around, Ya Tianxing's hand pressed against the door.
Once again, he stopped Mo Shangjun's movements.
Mo Shangjun had just paused when another hand reached over from behind to rest on her right shoulder, Ya Tianxing stood behind her, stepped slightly forward, leaned in close to her left ear, and whispered, "So, was that flirting just now?"
Annoyed, Mo Shangjun, even though she was facing away from him, clenched her left fist and swung it directly at Ya Tianxing's face.
This time, prepared and considering Mo Shangjun didn't put too much force into it, Ya Tianxing effortlessly caught her wrist.
Mo Shangjun turned slightly and gave him a cold look.
Ya Tianxing said earnestly, "Wasn't it about getting the training plan?"
Mo Shangjun: "..."
That was a quick change of topic.
"Fine," freeing her wrist, Mo Shangjun turned completely to face Ya Tianxing, "Where's the training plan?"
"Wait."
