Across the street.
As soon as the car stopped, Ding Jing, without saying a word, glanced at Mo Shangjun, then pushed open the car door and got out.
Under the wary eyes of many, Ding Jing swept her gaze over the man seated at the barbecue stall and then strode over to him.
Two people nearby instinctively wanted to approach and search her for dangerous items, but she showed no intention of stopping, and the man in focus timely waved his hand, signaling them to step aside.
The two exchanged worried looks but ultimately retreated.
Ding Jing walked to the opposite side of the table, hooked the corner of the chair with her foot, pulled it out, and then sat down.
With her hands in her pockets and her legs crossed, she closely observed the man across from her.
If you don't count the times they've met in battle in recent years, the last time they met seemed to be ten years ago.
