After Su Heng left, Mo Shangjun finally saw Ding Jing's figure.
Ding Jing didn't come out of the bar, but rather from the alley behind it.
Mo Shangjun stood at a spot slightly away from the bar, waiting. It wasn't a conspicuous place, but the view was decent, allowing her to observe the bar's situation.
She never saw anything unusual happening at the bar. No one hurried out, and the security at the door didn't take any action, so there shouldn't have been any trouble inside. Ding Jing and Sisheng had handled things privately.
"Weren't you going to cause a scene?"
Mo Shangjun looked amusingly at Ding Jing, who approached with a dark expression.
Ding Jing really didn't look pleasant, exuding a brooding aura. Wherever she went, the air pressure seemed to lower significantly, her whole demeanor filled with a repressed anger that she couldn't seem to vent.
Very soon, Ding Jing stopped next to Mo Shangjun, frowning as she stared in the direction of the bar.
