Mo Shangjun looked at the fully charged phone.
Since it was brought along together, it needed checking, so to expose her relationship with Ya Tianxing at the time, Mo Shangjun directly formatted it.
As a result, there was nothing once she opened it.
Sighing deeply, Mo Shangjun began fiddling with this phone that looked almost brand new.
Downloading useful apps, backing up phone numbers, then transferring social media accounts—seemed simple enough tasks, yet by the time she finished everything, it was already past eight at night.
Mo Shangjun, who had been rushing around all day, only had a stir-fried noodles meal at noon, and it didn't taste great. Now snapping out of it, she realized she was famished.
Putting down the two phones, Mo Shangjun stretched, got up, and headed outside.
She happened to run into Baili Zhao on the way downstairs.
"Mo Team, back already?"
Baili Zhao greeted her.
"Yeah."
"Have you had dinner yet?"
Mo Shangjun said, "Not yet."
