The phone that Mo Shangjun was playing with suddenly disappeared, and she raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes at Ding Jing.
Just then, the phone rang again, the ringtone and vibration drawing Ding Jing's attention, and she couldn't help but glance at the screen.
She saw a string of numbers.
And they looked somewhat familiar.
In less than a second, Ding Jing recalled where the number came from—it was Ya Tianxing's phone.
She had received a call from Ya Tianxing while at the bar. At the time, it was from an unfamiliar number, so she had looked at it several times. Since not much time had passed, she quickly remembered it now.
"Why don't you have Instructor Yan's number saved?"
Ding Jing asked, tossing the phone to Mo Shangjun.
In Ding Jing's impression, Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing used to be colleagues. Now their relationship seemed tense, but it wouldn't be too much to say they were long-time friends, so it was strange that she didn't have Ya Tianxing's number saved.
