"I want to give you to Ya Tianxing."
"..."
Ruan Yan's steps came to a halt.
Mo Shangjun stepped out from under the umbrella, feeling the dense rain droplets splatter against her cheeks and neck, bringing a slight chill. She took a step back, standing next to Ruan Yan.
The sky was completely dark. Ruan Yan held an umbrella, the dim streetlights casting shadows on his face, making his expression unclear.
However, Mo Shangjun keenly noticed that Ruan Yan was not angry.
How to put it, it was like a realization that "it turns out when I had an idea about you, you also had an idea about me"... Hmm, perhaps it was simply surprise.
Mo Shangjun turned back and pulled her hat brim lower, no longer looking at him.
Even though she had been thoroughly prepared, somehow, she felt a bit guilty now.
Like trafficking an honest man.
"So?"
After a long while, Ruan Yan asked the two words almost in confusion.
"Hmm?" Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, puzzled.
