"Knock, knock."
Interrupted by the rash behavior of Peng Yuqiu, Ya Tianxing frowned and turned his body to glance at the doorway.
Peng Yuqiu, at first, didn't notice the murderous intent in Ya Tianxing's eyes but was instead startled by the half-smiling expression of Mo Shangjun.
What did it mean?
Peng Yuqiu subconsciously reflected on whether he had offended Mo Shangjun.
But soon, he felt Ya Tianxing's impatient gaze.
Peng Yuqiu immediately snapped back, quickly saying, "Master Yan, they're asking you to go for a meeting."
"Mm."
Ya Tianxing responded indifferently.
Before leaving, he specifically glanced at Mo Shangjun, gesturing for her to finish drinking quickly.
Mo Shangjun, not one to dawdle, boldly drained the ginger brown sugar water in her cup as if cutting off a limb like a warrior. After finishing, she deliberately turned the cup upside down to show there wasn't a drop left.
The bold move; anyone who didn't know would think she was drinking booze.
