After Mo Shangjun got out of the car, Ding Jing clearly noticed that Mo Shangjun's mood had improved.
Remembering her peculiar expression when she had just received the text message, Ding Jing suddenly nudged Mo Shangjun's arm, leaned in a little, and curiously asked, "Hey, what's up with your fragile and delicate boyfriend?"
Mo Shangjun squinted her eyes, pressed the button for the elevator, and then furrowed her brow at Ding Jing, asking, "Sister Ding, have I ever inquired about your love affairs?"
"Just because you don't inquire doesn't mean I can't," Ding Jing said matter-of-factly, rubbing her nose, "Hey, I say, here's your chance, why don't you ask?"
"..."
Well, she wasn't very interested.
However, Ding Jing had an expression that seemed to say, "Go on, ask me."
Mo Shangjun stared at her for a while, finally sighed, "Alright, I don't quite believe you have a love history." At most, some 'love-hate stories' with male comrades.
