Ya Tianxing sat in the passenger seat, holding a megaphone, which was resting on the open car window, slightly blocking the rain being blown in by the wind.
When he called Mo Shangjun over, Ya Tianxing fixed his gaze on Mo Shangjun's figure.
Stubbornly shouting "Sir," then grabbing her backpack and running over, the action was seamless.
Mo Shangjun, at any time—especially in times of suffering, must carry the word "cool" through to the end.
Her reasoning is, never lose face. Even knowing she can't win, she must display the aura of "I could eliminate you all with just a flick of my finger."
However, even heaven is fed up with her acting "cool," directly splashing her face with rainwater.
He successfully saw Mo Shangjun's expression crack, with her brows tightly furrowed, full of irritation and annoyance between them.
