The man glanced at Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun frowned irritably, glanced at Bai Chuan first, then waved her hand, "Sorry, maybe next time."
After speaking, she lowered her head, filled with anger yet desperately trying to hide it.
When Bai Chuan made his move, the man knew the difference in skills, and it was pointless to forcibly take Mo Shangjun away, so he treated it as watching a farce, and silently left.
As soon as he left, Mo Shangjun changed, the suppression of her anger disappearing, she looked up and stared coldly at Bai Chuan.
"What do you want to do?"
Keeping a certain distance from Bai Chuan, Mo Shangjun frowned and asked.
Bai Chuan frowned and looked at her, "They have many tricks, you can't handle it alone."
Mo Shangjun asked coldly, "How do you know I'm alone?"
Bai Chuan retorted, "Don't tell me you're fishing for law enforcement under the pretext of a meeting?"
Mo Shangjun's dangling finger moved, and a modified blade appeared at her fingertips.
