Half an hour later, Mo Shangjun found herself in an extremely bizarre situation with Ya Tianxing.
"This place won't do."
Facing the third karaoke joint, Ya Tianxing confidently expressed his dissatisfaction.
Mo Shangjun's eyebrows twitched.
She held her tongue and let Ya Tianxing continue driving.
After a while,
"Turn left."
Sitting in the passenger seat, the living GPS Mo Shangjun directed.
As Ya Tianxing turned the steering wheel, he stubbornly turned right instead.
Mo Shangjun was fuming.
This was absolutely intolerable!
"Are you walking a cat here or teasing a dog?" Mo Shangjun took off her baseball cap, her words dripping with irony.
"The storefront was dirty."
"..."
Unable to understand why someone who usually wore a military uniform and trained people would say something like this, Mo Shangjun thought it over carefully before she realized the man beside her was a scion of wealth.
She was speechless!
