A few minutes ago.
An Chen got off the bus, arriving at the destination indicated by an earlier message.
It was a café in a mall, tranquil amidst the noise, with quite a few customers. An Chen looked around from the outside, didn't go in, and instead walked a short distance away.
He seized an opportunity to send a WeChat message to Mo Shangjun.
——Instinctively feeling that sending a text to Mo Shangjun might not receive a reply.
After sending, An Chen strolled nearby and unexpectedly saw familiar figures—Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing.
The two stood on the street, face to face, with smiles at the corners of their eyes and mouths, a subtle kind An Chen had never seen on either of them before, but was clearly a shallow smile at a glance.
Ya Tianxing was looking at his phone, while Mo Shangjun watched beside him, appearing relaxed and confident, with a hint of pride.
It was obvious.
"Hey, handsome."
A sweet voice pulled An Chen's attention back.
