"Call me 'sis', and I'll help you solve your problem as a birthday gift."
"Sis!"
Mo Shangjun shouted without hesitation.
Ding Jing, who was feeling quite pleased, was stunned when she heard it, and then looked at Mo Shangjun in disbelief, "Damn, that was quick?!"
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What else?"
It's not the first time she's called her that, did they really think she couldn't say it?
Ding Jing was bewildered for a moment, feeling a bit disappointed, pouted, and then released Mo Shangjun before sitting back in her previous spot.
Mo Shangjun was already covered in water and mud, and rolling on the ground just added some marks—she didn't care much about it.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Mo Shangjun leaned back comfortably, arms crossed, and asked Ding Jing, "How do you plan to help me solve it?"
Ding Jing raised her eyebrows, "Of course, with special training."
Mo Shangjun was taken aback, "Oh?"
