The backpack slung over her right shoulder, Mo Shangjun arrived at the sedan parked by the roadside.
The sedan showed no intention of moving out of the way.
As she approached, the rear window of the sedan slid down, letting her catch sight of the person sitting inside.
Seeing the person's face, Mo Shangjun was momentarily startled.
She paused, now standing right beside the car window.
Lowering her head, she caught sight of the man sitting calmly in the back seat.
Sharp brows and cold eyes, his gaze seemed to pierce like blades—sharp, lethal. The tightly drawn contours of his handsome face exuded unbridled danger.
He was the only one in the back seat.
Up front, however, there were two people—Xiaoyin was absent, Xiaojin was the driver, and Xiaohei occupied the shotgun seat.
"What do you want?"
The man lifted his eyelids slightly, his icy gaze landing squarely on Mo Shangjun's face.
Hand resting on the car, Mo Shangjun whistled and said carelessly, "Looking for a ride."
