Yu Beiting never told his brothers.

He drank the last sip of wine in the glass, leaned his head back on the sofa, and opened his thin lips lightly.

"I don't like her."

Gu Jinhuai and Xu Mufeng looked at each other, both confused.

"what is that?"

Yu Beiting did not elaborate.

Gu Jinhuai didn't want to go into it any further, so he had to change the question.

"What about you towards Shen Qinghuan? Are you really not moved?"

Haven't you ...