"..."
If Mo Shangjun were a fool, she might actually believe Ding Jing's words.
Walking into the drizzle, Mo Shangjun slowly approached her and lazily asked, "What's up?"
Her voice carried the unique laziness of the early morning, with a faintly weary tone that was not very noticeable.
Ding Jing smiled and asked, "Weren't you the one who called me down?"
Meeting Ding Jing's gaze, Mo Shangjun chuckled softly, the expression between her eyes had a taste of ambiguity as she asked, "Was there such a thing?"
There was indeed a hint of threat in her words.
As a 'gofer', one should know their place.
So, even if Mo Shangjun was wrong a thousand times over, in the end, it was always the 'gofer's fault.
Ding Jing, who understood this principle well, immediately said, "Oh, my bad memory. It was actually me who wanted to find you."
"Go ahead."
Mo Shangjun remained amiable.
