Then Han Jingyu turned and saw Sheng Yang in the crowd. She was like a pearl, always dazzlingly bright, and it was hard to ignore her existence.
Han Jingyu thought a little bit and walked towards them.
Fang Duo looked calm but was shouting excitedly in her heart: "Come here! Come to us!"
As she hoped, God Han stopped in front of the two of them, his face still cold, but his eyes a little flustered. Obviously, he was a bit nervous. "You're very good."
"Um, I know." Sheng Yang didn't mean to act humble at all. She nodded seriously as if Han Jingyu was talking nonsense.
Han Jingyu couldn't help laughing, and his nervousness melted away.
It turned out that she wasn't laughing at him last time. It was just her way of talking.
Fang Duo shrank to the side, pretending to be invisible and trying not to be a third wheel.
