In the darkness, Sang Qianqian could not see her brother's expression, and she only felt a wave of sadness.
She did not know how to persuade her brother.
Perhaps any words of comfort would be powerless at this moment, as it would not be able to relieve the sluggish pain in his heart.
Luckily, Sang Minglang quickly adjusted his emotions.
He had never been used to revealing his heart to anyone, not even his sister. This moment of weakness and depression was already his limit.
"How's Shen Hanyu doing?"
"He's fine now."
Sang Qianqian was stunned for a moment. "Brother, he came to Yuecheng with me today."
Sang Minglang immediately understood what his sister meant. "You want him to come see Dad?"
Sang Qianqian nodded her head. "But Dad definitely doesn't want to see him. I'm afraid he won't have a good attitude if he does."
