"Hey."
A somewhat familiar voice drifted down from above.
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched.
Who was it again?
She hesitated whether to remove the magazine and take a look at the real face of the person beside her, but before she could do so, that person squatted down and snatched away the magazine she was using to shield her face.
Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes, instinctively raising her hand to get the magazine back, but her move was a step too slow, and all she could do was watch the magazine being swiftly taken away.
She was a bit annoyed and wanted to get physical, but after she fully opened her eyes and saw the face of the person next to her, the move she was about to make was promptly retracted.
At the same time, Ruan Yan, having gotten a clear view of her, stopped in his tracks as well.
The two of them stared at each other.
Mo Shangjun looked at the young man with picturesque features, a handsome and elegant appearance, and an aura of aristocracy, feeling slightly off.
