Ya Tianxing stood at the office door, his body turned sideways, watching this way with a cold gaze.
The gloom and ice in his eyes were clearly visible.
Within a radius of ten meters, the air pressure was oppressively low and heavy.
Mo Shangjun touched her nose and paused briefly before walking directly towards Ya Tianxing.
Passing two offices, Mo Shangjun came straight to Ya Tianxing, stopping one step away from him.
Raising her hand, the cold iced tea was pressed against Ya Tianxing's face, and Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow with a light laugh, teasing, "Here, cool off."
The freshly chilled iced tea was covered in fine droplets, which, once pressed against Ya Tianxing's face, fell onto his skin, then gathered and slid down.
Ya Tianxing lifted his eyelids, and his eyes shifted slightly.
With his left hand, he went to grab the iced tea from his face, and his right hand came up to touch the top of Mo Shangjun's head, rubbing where Duan Zimu had patted earlier.
"Get lost."
