"Can you give me Lu Yang's contact information?"
Shui Sheng spoke very sincerely, but also with caution and nervousness.
He really hoped Mo Shangjun could give him such a contact, but he wasn't sure if she would. Equally, if he were to face Lu Yang once more, he thought he would be nervous and at a loss.
Mo Shangjun stood still.
Fine raindrops fell, dripping onto the raincoat. At some point, the tiny drops began to gather and slowly slid down the raincoat.
Mo Shangjun moved her fingers slightly, with small rain droplets falling on the back of her hand, cool to the touch, yet her fingers were extremely stiff.
After a while, she turned slightly to look at Shui Sheng standing beside her and said, "Sorry."
"Captain Mo..."
Thinking she was unwilling to give it to him, Shui Sheng was a bit anxious.
However, Mo Shangjun's gaze swept over him, causing his words of persuasion to get swallowed unconsciously.
