"Boyfriend?" Mo Wen's gaze swept over her slightly reddened eyes.
"What are you talking about, he's totally not my type." Mo Bei curled her lip and strode toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To the shooting range, you coming?" Mo Bei stopped in her tracks.
"Wanna have a match?" Mo Wen walked over.
"What's the bet?" Mo Bei asked with a smile.
"If you lose, you have to tell me the story between you and Jiao Yang," Mo Wen said.
"Boring." Mo Bei rolled her eyes at him and strode out the door. "You're nosier than a woman. I want to practice by myself, not compete with you."
He was afraid it wasn't that she didn't want to compete with him, but that she didn't want to bring up whatever had happened between her and that Jiao Yang?
Mo Wen walked to the window and watched Mo Bei head to the range behind the building. Moments later, gunshots were already ringing out.
