Evening, six-thirty.
Mo Shangjun sat in a noodle shop, eating a freshly served, steaming bowl of noodle soup.
The phone rang at an inopportune time.
After leisurely finishing the noodles she had scooped up, Mo Shangjun pulled out her phone. Glancing at the series of numbers displayed on the screen, she pressed "answer."
"Mo Shangjun?" Liang Zhiqiong's tentative voice came from the other end of the call.
"Mm."
Receiving Mo Shangjun's affirmative response, Liang Zhiqiong instantly lost her temper. "Damn it! What's the big idea calling our company commander's office?"
"Didn't have your number," Mo Shangjun admitted bluntly.
She hadn't saved Liang Zhiqiong's number during the training, and the last time they met, she still didn't save her number.
Conveniently, Mo Shangjun remembered the office number of Liang Zhiqiong's unit, so she called there.
