After confirming the figure of the other party repeatedly, Mo Shangjun was more or less certain.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Mo Shangjun picked up the scope in her hand and tapped on the dry shrubs beside her.
The sound startled the other party, and a rather dangerous look was cast over.
"Brother?"
Mo Shangjun turned her head to the side and called out to him in a low voice.
The man: "..."
Mo Shangjun squinted and gave him a faint smile.
The man: "..."
Mo Shangjun was patient, waiting a full minute.
After a minute, the other party finally came back to his senses.
"You..." Lu Yang's voice was hoarse as he moved a bit closer toward Mo Shangjun's direction, then swallowed nervously, asking in bewilderment, "Why are you here?"
For Lu Yang, encountering Mo Shangjun in a place like this was akin to dreaming.
