Morning, ten o'clock.
After engaging in a "soulful exchange" with a pickpocket on the bus, Mo Shangjun discreetly returned two wallets to their original owners under the thief's mournful, tearful gaze. She then dusted off her hands, left without a trace, and got off the bus at the next stop.
From a distance, she could still see the departing bus, where the pickpocket clung to his wrist and leaned out the window, gazing at her with a look of… uh, no, not longing, but rather gritted-teeth fury.
Mo Shangjun chose to interpret it as gratitude for steering a wayward youth back onto the right path.
With that, she turned and walked into the apartment complex behind her.
Since Chen Lu and Shen Xi were still unreachable, and she had no way of aimlessly wandering around Yuncheng to find them, her only option was to return to the complex and take a closer look.
However, if Chen Lu hadn't returned, then this visit would likely yield no more results than the last.
