The next second, Shang Hua burst out with endless praises again. "What kind of noble character is this? To be able to lead a good life for your family, to be able to face things that are not your own aesthetics for years on end, it's really amazing."
Su Yan thought that Shang Hua might not only rely on his face to deceive people, but he also had a glib tongue. He could even say that someone who died was alive. He was really amazing.
However, Su Yan felt that it was a little strange. Why did Shang Hua not speak loudly when he wanted to praise someone? Instead, he spoke so softly. Who could hear what he was saying clearly?
Sensing Su Yan's strange gaze on him, Shang Hua paused and coughed lightly. "I'm a shy person and I'm not good at chatting."
Su Yan looked at Shang Hua's figure and fell silent. "I thought you were quite good at it."
He was praised! Shang Hua widened his eyes. That slightly greasy and honest face looked a little cute.
