In the evening, the weather was sultry.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing, having changed into casual clothes, came out of the changing room, exchanged glances, and each shrugged helplessly.
"Overtime is exhausting." Ding Jing gave Mo Shangjun a look.
"Let's eat first." Mo Shangjun smiled at her, "My treat."
"You said it." Ding Jing perked up immediately.
"Yeah." Mo Shangjun nodded, "What do you want to eat?"
Ding Jing thought for three seconds and said decisively, "Stir-fried dishes."
Mo Shangjun chuckled, her mouth twitching slightly, "...Look at your lack of ambition."
"Eating noodles and rice noodles every night, I'm about to get overstuffed." As she spoke, Ding Jing pressed down on her hat.
This action caught Mo Shangjun's eye, and she became intrigued, "Give me the hat."
"Why?" Ding Jing was puzzled.
It was a hat she had snatched from Su Bei.
