Yan Zhan came down and his previously rigid body relaxed.
He hooked his lips up in a slight smile, a gentle light on his face, "That's good then!"
Zhan Se laughed as she hooked her arm around his, sighing without a trace of malice, "I often hear people say, 'A crooked beam leads to crooked rafters; like father, like son.' Heh, I've always wondered, how come you didn't end up crooked?"
Yan Zhan's lips twitched, "Your mouth is always so sharp."
"Hehe!"
With a smile towards him, Zhan Se didn't continue to badmouth Quan Shiheng.
No matter how bad he was, he was still Yan Zhan's dad. Speaking ill of his dad in front of the son was in every way disrespectful. With that in mind, she raised her head to look at the moon and swiftly changed the subject.
"Look at the moon, it's almost full. It's coming up soon, isn't it?"
"Yeah!" Yan Zhan smiled, gazing at her, "How are you planning to spend it this year?"
