Separation

There was no response.

Sang Qianqian tugged at his clothes and said deliberately, "Brother, what do you think?"

They were standing by the window on the second floor. The moonlight shone on Shen Hanyu quietly, and there was no change in his handsome face.

However, his arms around Sang Qianqian unconsciously tightened a little, and the lines of his jaw were a little tight, as if indicating that his heart was not as calm as he looked.

His eyes were dark.

"Sure," he said in a calm and cold tone.

The smile on Sang Qianqian's lips slowly disappeared.

Good, good, good. Good, my foot!

She had already said that she was going to get married, but he actually agreed.

Just you wait, Shen Hanyu. You'll regret this one day.

Sang Qianqian didn't say anything else, her heart filled with resentment and anger.

Shen Hanyu sent Sang Qianqian back to her room. After she laid down, he was about to leave.