In the midst of their commotion, Ya Tianxing had already arrived in front of Mo Shangjun.
He lowered his head, looking at Mo Shangjun with a hint of scrutiny. Her face was painted like a tabby cat, and her body was covered in dirt. Although she seemed energetic and fine now, it was likely she had gone through quite a lot the previous night.
With the gun slung over her shoulder, Mo Shangjun crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the handsome, devilish man in front of her.
Initially filled with anger, but the sight of this face dissipated quite a lot of her fury.
However, a trace of displeasure remained.
"So, it has nothing to do with me then."
Raising her eyebrow, Mo Shangjun chuckled lightly, intending to walk into the camp.
Ya Tianxing extended his hand, casually slinging it over her shoulder, then slightly bent down, and in a sultry, rich voice, murmured, "Here to pick you up, care to give me this chance?"
