"Snow..." Lin Mohan saw Mu Hanxue staring at Xiaoyang in a daze. He could not help but look at them with some complicated eyes.

"Forehead, cough, cough..." Xiao Yang's frightened cough sounded two times. Mu Hanxue, a little girl, wanted to kill her brother.

Mu Hanxue recovered from her loss of soul. She smiled sadly. "President Lin, Xiaoyang, this cup, I salute you."

said, she raised her glass and drank it all.

Maybe because he drank too fast, Mu Hanxue coughed.

"Are you okay...?" Xiao Yangqian asked.

Mu smiled with a slight snowy smile, and his face was very poor. "It's all right. President Lin, I'm not feeling well. I...