The night was silent, and a cool breeze was blowing.
Mo Shangjun stretched out her legs on the ground, then leaned back against the bushes, hands behind her head.
She lazily said, "Go on, what's going on."
The spot Liang Zhiqiong found had just the right slope, allowing Mo Shangjun to stretch out her limbs and feel inexplicably relaxed.
Liang Zhiqiong bit her lip, looking at Mo Shangjun's leisurely manner, and angrily frowned, "Mo Shangjun, can't you see I'm in a bad mood?"
"I can see that." Mo Shangjun tilted her head and said curiously, "Aren't I waiting for you to speak?"
"Did your emotional intelligence completely deplete at the end of last year and now it's at zero?" Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth.
"If you don't say anything, I'll leave..."
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, preparing to get up from the ground.
So frustrating!
Liang Zhiqiong quickly pressed down on Mo Shangjun's shoulder.
