"Don't be like that. How about this, give me your hand first, and I'll help you get the splinter out, how about that?"
This was a stranger's voice.
However, Peng Yuqiu's first impression upon hearing this voice was—pretentious, clearly not a good person.
Mo Shangjun glanced at Peng Yuqiu with interest.
Peng Yuqiu appropriately toned down the coldness in his expression.
He glanced in the direction where the two were headed, made up his mind, and turned to leave.
However, Mo Shangjun called out to him, "Leaving just like that?"
His steps paused slightly, Peng Yuqiu scrutinized her, asking, "Aren't you here?"
If Mo Shangjun wasn't here, he would definitely have continued watching.
But, seeing how Mo Shangjun was looking out for Liang Zhiqiong, Liang Zhiqiong shouldn't suffer any losses.
He could be at ease.
However, if Mo Shangjun wanted to pull some trick...
Peng Yuqiu had an ominous feeling.
Mo Shangjun curled her lips, looking at Peng Yuqiu with a meaningful gaze.
