Shen Lang's sweet talk made Shen Qingluan burst into laughter. His sweet-tongued nature and knack for placating others were pervasive traits since he was young.
When it came to winning people over, Shen Lang could outshine both Shen Xingye and Shen Xingyao combined.
"Right right, you're correct. You're handsome and affable," Shen Xinglan teased. Shen Lang was attractive, which could explain why he was favored by the proud Xie Weiyi.
"Somehow, it doesn't sound sincere at all," Shen Lang glared unamusedly at Shen Xinglan, her tone not endearing in the slightest.
"If you don't like hearing it, then stop listening." Shen Xinglan glanced at him, irritated that he wasn't grateful for her praise. From now on, she decided she would no longer compliment him.
"Alright, alright, as siblings, there's no need for quarrels," laughed Shen Qingluan. Initially, she'd been upset, but their bickering distracted her from her sorrow.
