Leng Yinian walked up to the second floor. She looked at Mo Shaoting standing in front of the window. For her, there was always an indescribable feeling in her heart for the man in front of her.

Maybe she should have known for a long time what kind of person Mo Shaoting is.

"Shaoting." Leng Yinian took a deep breath, and she came to Mo Shaoting's face. "Do you still have to insist now?"

Mo Shaoting turned to look at the cold read, "read read."

The indistinguishable haggard on her face made Mo Shaoting's heart tightly straightened.

Lengnian smiled at him, "What's wrong? Looking at me so strangely, I said...