Ya Tianxing and Mo Shangjun were at a standoff for a few minutes.
In the end, he was pushed to the window by Mo Shangjun.
Perhaps Mo Cang and Cen Zhi both knew Mo Shangjun had a habit of escaping through windows, so even after the renovations, there were no bars added to the window; once pushed open, it allowed free access.
Mo Shangjun leaned against the window glass, her hand resting on the window frame and turned to look at Ya Tianxing with a mischievous smile.
Ya Tianxing felt completely uncomfortable being stared at by her.
A gentle breeze slowly lifted her freshly washed hair, letting it float with the wind. Under the light, her fair skin and smiling eyes made even her neutral outfit exude charm.
Ya Tianxing frowned at her, "Why do I feel like your eyes are gloating?"
"Really?"
Mo Shangjun smiled and blinked, trying to appear innocent, yet she conveyed a sense of cunning.
