Will there be trouble? Mo Shangjun wasn't sure.
But what she did know was that many people had seen Ya Tianxing pat her head like he was petting a puppy.
Giving Ya Tianxing a warning glance, Mo Shangjun took a step to the side, putting an appropriate distance between them.
Her image was important.
From a certain perspective, it was even just a tad more important than Ya Tianxing's.
Ya Tianxing's expression darkened slightly.
Was there really a need to move so far away?
"Xiaomo!"
Just then, a bright and cheerful voice rang out.
Following the sound, Mo Shangjun saw Lin Mao walking briskly toward them, waving at her with a face full of joy.
Xiaomo?
Ya Tianxing gave the man who was over thirty and not as handsome as himself a once-over.
"Instructor Lin." Mo Shangjun called out to Lin Mao.
Pausing briefly, Ya Tianxing realized this was the military training chief instructor who had spoken to him on the phone earlier—Lin Mao. His expression relaxed notably.
