Knock. Knock. Knock.
Mo Shangjun rapped on the door of Ya Tianxing's office.
The door was ajar, and just by standing at the entrance, Mo Shangjun had a clear view of Ya Tianxing sitting at his desk.
Knocking was merely a symbolic gesture.
Ya Tianxing lifted his eyelids and, seeing Mo Shangjun's silhouette through the crack in the door, his eyebrows twitched slightly as he lazily said, "Come in."
With permission granted, Mo Shangjun pushed the door open and walked in.
She strode directly to the opposite side of the desk, lifted her hand, and the bag she carried dropped in a smooth arc, landing with a plop right in front of Ya Tianxing on the table.
As the bag settled squarely on the desk, Mo Shangjun had already taken a seat opposite him, crossing her legs with a bold ease.
"Here to exchange information,"
Without waiting for Ya Tianxing to speak, Mo Shangjun voiced out lazily, candidly stating her purpose.
