After a two-minute chat with Ruan Yan, Mo Shangjun returned to Ya Tianxing's side.
"Done chatting?" Ya Tianxing cast her a sideways glance.
"Mm."
Mo Shangjun replied without much enthusiasm.
"What did you talk about?" Ya Tianxing asked, narrowing his eyes.
He had forced himself not to interrupt them earlier, a rare display of respect toward Mo Shangjun and Ruan Yan.
But to say he could completely ignore it—that was still a stretch.
"Xu Ke," Mo Shangjun said deliberately, shooting him a purposeful glance.
Ya Tianxing avoided her gaze, then spoke with feigned indifference, "Oh."
Mo Shangjun smirked slightly, "Tell me, if Xu Ke really is out there fooling around, what happens to Peng-ge?"
"Ge?" Ya Tianxing's brows furrowed deeply.
Why does she call everyone she meets 'ge'?
"Ruan-ge" was tolerable, considering age and rank—it was bearable.
But… "Peng-ge"?!
Mo Shangjun replied earnestly, "It's impolite to call someone directly by their name."
