"Couldn't get enough?"
Seeing Mo Shangjun not leaving promptly, Ya Tianxing's smile deepened, asking with a hint of humor.
Mo Shangjun gave him a cold glare.
Then turned around and left.
Ya Tianxing was in no rush to leave, waiting until Mo Shangjun reached the track and started running before he drove away.
Baili Zhao, who was clueless, had a foreboding feeling when he saw Mo Shangjun head to the track.
As Mo Shangjun ran half a lap, Baili Zhao finally ran towards her, keeping pace with Mo Shangjun.
"You're being punished with running again?" Baili Zhao asked inexplicably.
"Yeah."
Mo Shangjun responded indifferently.
Baili Zhao frowned and asked, "How many this time?"
"Sixty laps."
Slightly stunned, Baili Zhao studied Mo Shangjun cautiously, then asked perplexedly, "Mo Shangjun, are you sure you haven't offended him?!"
Mo Shangjun smirked and responded seriously, "Don't you think his constant picking at me every day means he's interested in me?"
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