"Ya Tianxing, are you targeting me?"
Mo Shangjun's gaze was fixed on Ya Tianxing, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression quite displeased.
Ya Tianxing suddenly realized something—Mo Shangjun was not jealous, but rather feeling unbalanced.
A dash of disappointment swept across his heart. Ya Tianxing slightly turned his head to take a closer look at Mo Shangjun.
The light was dim, and under a training cap, only half of her face's outline was visible, carrying a hint of coldness yet exuding an innate casualness.
After a moment, Ya Tianxing chuckled lightly, raised his arm, and placed it on Mo Shangjun's shoulder, leaning slightly closer to her.
"Mo Shangjun, think about it this way, we're not on the same level as them. Inviting you would be lowering your status." Ya Tianxing spoke with a persuasive tone, exaggerated yet somehow convincing coming from his mouth, "Who are you? You've been standing above them from the start, no need to bother with that."
