"What's wrong?"
Mo Shangjun approached Liang Zhiqiong with a puzzled look.
She had performed well today, hadn't she?
"Take everything out of your bag," Mo Shangjun glanced at the military backpack on the ground.
"Huh?"
Liang Zhiqiong looked confused and didn't react for a moment.
Was this something Mo Shangjun needed to move a finger for, yet she had to find someone else to help?
"What's the matter," Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, her hand resting in her pocket, "not willing?"
"..."
Liang Zhiqiong suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Momo, let me help—"
From not far away, Yan Gui, who was watching, ran over with simple enthusiasm.
However, when he was still about five meters away, Mo Shangjun's chilling gaze swept over and glared at him.
"Stand aside."
Feeling the murderous aura coming his way, Yan Gui instantly stood still, his body stiffening for two seconds.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Yan Gui nodded with a forced smile, then quietly stepped back two paces.
