After Su Heng had walked not far away, Mo Shangjun finally saw Ding Jing's figure.
Ding Jing did not come out from the bar, but from the alley behind it.
Mo Shangjun stood at a place slightly far from the bar to wait. It wasn't a prominent location, but the view was decent enough to observe the bar situation.
She hadn't noticed anything unusual happening at the bar. No one hurriedly ran out, and the security at the door didn't make any moves, so nothing must have gone wrong inside the bar. Ding Jing and Sisheng resolved things privately and discreetly.
"Weren't you going to trash the place?"
Mo Shangjun teased, looking at the sour-faced Ding Jing coming her way.
Ding Jing's expression was indeed not pleasant, exuding a gloomy aura all around. Wherever she went, the air pressure seemed to drop, her whole being emanating a sense of deadly seriousness and melancholy, as if she had a bellyful of anger she couldn't vent.
