Upon hearing the voice, Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing exchanged a glance.
This stance, planning to keep restraining their true selves?
However, no matter what Chai Xinyan had in mind, the "understanding" Chai Xinyan was definitely better than the "making a fuss" Chai Xinyan.
"Thanks for your efforts."
Mo Shangjun took a sip of water and responded nonchalantly.
"Actually, it should be you who worked hard," Chai Xinyan said softly, her eyebrows gentle, "I just checked the shelter you built, and it was done very well."
"It was necessary."
Mo Shangjun casually picked up the conversation.
This exchange of pleasantries was just that—a formality. With just a few words, one could say a lot, but with little sincerity.
Still, even though these words lacked substance and became insincere when overused, they were better than an atmosphere of tension.
