As they discussed before eating, this time Ding Jing drove, and Mo Shangjun sat in the passenger seat.
But just as they drove out of the overcrowded parking lot, they noticed a car following them.
The two exchanged glances.
Ding Jing said, "Tell Bu, he must have predicted this."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Shangjun had already taken out her phone.
Sure enough, as soon as she sent Bu Yirong the message "being followed," he replied.
Bu Yirong: Go to your friend's place and do whatever.
Mo Shangjun laughed softly, gave the phone to Ding Jing to take a look, and then deleted everything.
"Damn, why do I feel like we're being used as baits?" Ding Jing complained, knitting her brows, "And we don't even know what's going on."
Mo Shangjun chuckled, "Feels kind of novel to me."
All along, she was used to having control of the big picture and clarifying every detail. So, being in the dark like this was rare for her.
