"Little Senior Sister?"
Just as the owner grew wary, the person who had entered earlier was stunned, then raised an eyebrow and called out.
The next moment, she walked straight toward Mo Shangjun.
Almost a year had passed without a meeting, yet Sisheng hadn't changed much. No makeup, just a simple bare face, well-maintained skin, her short hair had grown a bit longer, left unstyled and hanging down, which made her naturally star-like face all the more exquisite and delicate. However, her beauty was never gentle; there was an edge to it. Even when she smiled and looked at people, there was a certain level of destructiveness.
She wore a pair of high-heeled leather boots, coupled with jeans, and a short-sleeved top with a thin long-sleeved knit over it.
Her figure was still as captivating as ever.
Sisheng sat directly in the seat previously occupied by Mo Shangjun, while glancing at her several times.
Mo Shangjun had lost some weight, but was largely unchanged.
