Not knowing whether the remark was a compliment or a criticism, Shen Mosheng could only choose to keep silent.
Watching as twenty minutes passed, he finally spoke up to remind her, "Yingying, twenty minutes have passed. It's time to take off the face mask."
Han Yingying asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
"It's been the same duration the past two days."
Han Yingying had to admire Shen Mosheng's observant nature.
Seeing her peel off the face mask and go to wash her face, Shen Mosheng stood up and walked out of the room.
Upon entering the living room, he saw Shen Xinghan tearing open a compressed face mask and stuffing it into his mouth.
He rushed over in one quick stride, grabbed his brother's hand, and sternly reminded him, "You can't eat this."
Shen Xinghan, with a puzzled face, asked, "Why not?"
"This is a compressed face mask, meant for skincare."
"Bro, this is a milk flake," Shen Xinghan said, showing him the words on the packaging.