Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing chatted, bargaining for a bit.
In the end, Ya Tianxing allowed her to keep the model on the coffee table for a few more days for viewing, and after their meeting, to move it to Ya Tianxing's office.
But, no matter what, lost is lost; the meeting time is just a fleeting moment.
After being taken for a model, Mo Shangjun, who initially thought a phone call of thanks lacked sincerity, now felt that not taking this trip was the wisest decision.
Hanging up the phone, Mo Shangjun pulled out her phone which she hadn't used since returning to the base, and took several pictures of the precious model on the coffee table from different angles.
At least... it gives her something to remember by.
"Mo Shangjun!"
Just after she finished taking pictures, Ding Jing's voice rang out from outside the door.
Mo Shangjun frowned—it's only been half a day, when did Ding Jing become as noisy as Liang Zhiqiong?
"Honestly, how much stuff did you bloody buy?!"
