The phone was on silent mode, but it kept vibrating on the coffee table.
The name "Poor Mo" was displayed clearly, visible to both of them.
The room fell into another strange silence.
Pausing for a moment, Ya Tianxing, who was still holding the apple and knife, casually moved a step to the side, blocking the phone. Then he turned to look at Mo Shangjun.
He thought Mo Shangjun might seize the opportunity to tease him, but to his surprise, she leaned back lazily against the sofa, smiling casually with her legs crossed, toying with her phone in her left hand and touching her chin with her right, sizing him up thoughtfully.
"Tian Ye, I think..." Mo Shangjun drawled deliberately, stretching her words.
"Hmm?"
Ya Tianxing squinted slightly.
Tilting her head just a bit, Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids and asked him, "Do you think we're a match made in heaven?"
