Tang Wan-er and Ye Zhiqiu were both completely shocked. They stared at him, but a moment later, Tang Wan-er’s shock faded to be replaced with complete contempt.

“Nonsense.”

“Huh, how did you know?” Long Chen said, stunned.

Looking at Long Chen’s expression, Tang Wan-er couldn’t help but laugh. Her released laughter was like a peach blossom blooming, extremely alluring.

Tang Wan-er lightly hit him, scolding, “Rascal, you’re not allowed to make me laugh. If I laugh too much, I’ll get wrinkles.”

But although she said that, she was still laughing beautifully, her voice like silver bells melodiously tinkling.

Long Chen glanced from Tang Wan-er to Ye Zhiqiu and came to a sudden comprehension. “Ah, no wonder sister Zhiqiu never laughs.”

Ye Zhiqiu was momentarily blank before icily staring at him. “You’re very dull.”

Long Chen awkwardly laughed, “Hehe, it’s a joke! Don’t be so serious.”

Tang Wan-er was already hunched from laughing so much. Long Chen shrugged, putting on a helpless expression, his meaning being that it was she who was laughing at you, not me.

Finally, Tang Wan-er finished laughing, feeling that her face had...