Leng Yinian looked at her favorite cake and milk-scented cappuccino. She looked up at Mo Shaoting again.

"You know what I like?" Leng Yinian's expression is very surprised. She knows many things only by herself, but why is Mo Shaoting clear?

"Such a small thing, of course, will know, as long as the intention, there is no thing that you do not know." Mo Shaoting opened his mouth lightly, for him.

It's his business to think coldly. If he puts his heart in it, there will be nothing he doesn't know.

For so many years, he struggled hard, and when he struggled hard, she was the only one in his...