Mojun was silent for a second at night, and his thin lips were wiped. He can clearly perceive that Shen Han's words have another meaning.

"After tonight, her charm is still there."

"Is it better than Miss Tao?" Shen Han's laughter never diminished.

In a flash, the temperature in Mojun's eyes at night freezes into ice. He raises his eyes and smiles, "Shen Han, I can't understand that."

Shen Han touched his cup with a smile and straightened up to Shang Mo Jun's eyes at night, which were dark and deep, occasionally showing a touch of friendship unconsciously.

This friendship looks like it's on the face of his sister, but...