The pillow flew over quickly. When Mo Shangjun threw something, it wasn't for fun; the speed and impact were guaranteed. Su Bei immediately raised his hand without any hesitation to block it. As a result, the pillow flying halfway suddenly changed direction and smashed straight into You Nianyu's head.
You Nianyu, caught in the crossfire innocently: "..."
Understanding You Nianyu, after a moment of silence, picked up the pillow and tossed it back to Ding Jing.
"Thanks." Ding Jing thanked her politely for once.
"Speaking of which, you and that 907, can be counted as having a deep-seated hatred, right?"
Stuffing the pillow into her arms, Ding Jing eagerly probed Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun rolled her eyes at Ding Jing, "Put away that Schadenfreude face of yours."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Ding Jing shook her head and sighed, "If you say something nice, I might actually become your major support."
