"Mo Shangjun!"
"Present!"
Mo Shangjun stood up, almost reluctantly.
"Take your meal and get over here." Ya Tianxing spoke slowly and clearly, his words simple and direct, suppressing a barely noticeable anger.
"Yes!"
When Mo Shangjun picked up her meal, she felt a splitting headache.
She walked over, just a little over ten meters, but every step felt heavily pressured, surrounded by the spectators' gaze that made her want to poke their eyes out one by one.
Especially Su Bei and Ding Jing, who whistled gleefully at her as she passed them.
She almost dumped the soup bowl over their heads.
What a character!
Fortunately, she had some self-control.
Mo Shangjun still walked the path with calmness and ease, her demeanor calm and casual, and her carefree and lazy stride genuinely impressed many.
She stopped by the dining table once she got close.
Upon seeing Mo Shangjun, He Yi suddenly became tense, the mouth that was so ready for a chat now found it hard even to open.
