Shen Hanxing's mood suddenly brightened. She could not help but plant a kiss on Ji Yan's face. "You are right. It's useless to believe in fate. You live a better life only when you don't believe in fate."
Seeing Shen Hanxing's mood improving, Ji Yan put his arm around her shoulder, and a smile flashed across his face. At this moment, the private room door was pushed open, "Brother Ji Yan!" Bai Youyou rushed in. She, who had always cared about her image, had messy hair and red eyes. She was in an exceptionally pathetic state.
Interrupted by the rare moment of solitude with Shen Hanxing, Ji Yan's expression instantly darkened. "Miss Bai, how many times do you want me to correct you before you remember how to address me?"
