After calming down, Mo Shangjun realized she hadn't replied to Ya Tianxing's messages, so she headed to the office to get her phone.
Lang Yan was still busy. Seeing the relaxed Mo Shangjun, he couldn't help but feel envious.
However, not receiving any calls all evening made Lang Yan quite content—being undisturbed felt so good, and it would be great if people continued to be this considerate in the future.
Mo Shangjun returned his gaze with sympathy.
Leaving.
Back at the dorm, Mo Shangjun turned on her phone.
However, the first message to pop up wasn't Ya Tianxing's—it was Song Xiuliang's.
A man who just wouldn't go away.
—'Song Xiuliang: Mo Shangjun, avoiding the problem won't solve it.'
—'Song Xiuliang: Your dad occasionally asks me about your psychological state, and I've been keeping it secret for years. Can't you cooperate a bit?'
—'Song Xiuliang: If this continues, it will affect your current work.'
