Mo Yang’s Idol (6)

Today was the last day of military training.

"Mm." Mo Chu nodded slightly.

"Aren't you very happy?" Ning Yiyuan pulled Mo Chu's delicate nose. "The military training is over. This annoying person will also leave."

After a few days, Mo Chu was already used to Ning Yiyuan's presence. When she heard this, she did not reply. She unconsciously scratched her nails.

Ning Yiyuan noticed her small actions and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly. Fortunately, it seemed that his actions these few days were not useless.

"Oh right, this is my terminal number. Save it. If you want to find me in the future, just connect to this terminal number directly."

Ning Yiyuan had a total of two terminal numbers. Both of them had encryption restrictions. One was usually used for her work, and the other was her personal number. The one that was given to Mo Chu was naturally the latter. Moreover, she had already opened up all permissions for her.