Near the street, in a car.
In the passenger seat, a man in black answered a phone call.
"...It seems like they really are on a date."
The man who had been silent cut off the call preemptively.
Under his handsome brow, a cold and sharp mood filled the atmosphere, and a dangerous murderous intent became increasingly intense.
After a while, he spat out a word, "Go."
As his voice fell, the car drove away.
*
Mo Shangjun picked a crime-themed movie.
It had good ratings, but it wasn't quite to Mo Shangjun's taste, so she focused on eating popcorn and drinking cola. Whenever the popcorn was too sweet, she'd take a sip of cola, but a third into the movie, and her cola was already finished.
Mo Shangjun hesitated between leaving early or getting another cup of cola.
But—
"Here."
Ya Tianxing passed his cola to Mo Shangjun.
She glanced at the cola and, without worrying whether Ya Tianxing had drunk from it, took it openly, "Thanks."
