Followed Ya Tianxing out of the crowd.
Watching Ya Tianxing open the passenger's side door, Mo Shangjun thought for a moment, then called out to him, "Thanks a lot."
Ya Tianxing paused in the act of pulling the car door, then glanced at her sideways, "Climbing over the wall without permission, two thousand words of reflection."
Mo Shangjun: "..."
Turning around, Ya Tianxing suddenly thought of something and casually added, "Breaking driving rules, add another thousand words."
"That's going overboard—" Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched fiercely.
"Hmm?" Ya Tianxing slightly tilted his head, his eyelids lifting slightly, and a sharp and dangerous light appeared in his eyes, "Not enough?"
"..."
Despite having a look that would usually engender goodwill, when it came to doing things, he was remarkably annoying.
Mo Shangjun stared at that face for three seconds.
After that, Ya Tianxing got into the passenger seat, and the door was closed.