Han Yin chuckled. She could see Sister Hanxing hated Mo Kaicheng. Usually, Sister Hanxing would never belittle others behind their backs. Now she used the word 'trash' instead of Mo Kaicheng's' name. She secretly made up her mind not to have any contact with Mo Kaicheng in the future.
"Sister Hanxing, I'm not in a hurry to fall in love. I'm still young," Han Yin's face flushed red. She buried her head into Shen Hanxing's arms and acted coquettishly. "I don't want to fall in love. I want to cling to you for the rest of my life."
"You little clingy," Xiao Yu leaned against the wall and mocked Han Yin. "Do you still think you're a three-year-old child?"
"I'm your little sister even if I'm' thirty years old," Han Yin stuck out her tongue and leaned against Shen Hanxing with a smile. She was happy.
