This was A Miao's second time seeing Shen Xinglan smile. No matter how mentally unstable he was or how wicked his tongue was, she couldn't deny his good looks.

She had never seen a man who was better looking than Shen Xinglan, at the very least.

"I hope you'll still be able to smile after hearing what I say next." Shen Xinglan took off his suit and sat down on the sofa. A Miao, who had been planning to go upstairs, walked over to him.

"What's wrong?"

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