Having left smoothly, Mo Shangjun raised her hand to hail a cab, and both of them climbed into the back seat.
When Mo Shangjun told the driver the address, Ruan Yan also heard it, so Ruan Yan didn't ask anymore.
However, Mo Shangjun thought that Ruan Yan would have other questions, but by the time she turned back to look at him, he had already fastened his seatbelt, leaned back in the seat, pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his brow, and closed his eyes to rest.
Noticing Mo Shangjun's gaze, Ruan Yan opened his eyes, his cool and calm gaze turned towards her.
"You just came with me like this, aren't you afraid I might sell you?" Mo Shangjun said teasingly with a light smile.
"..."
Ruan Yan did not speak, but his expression of disdain said it all—childish.
The childish Mo Shangjun leaned back and took out her phone.
Since Ruan Yan very obediently did not ask anything, it was better not to talk too much about it.
