Finally, after coaxing An Hao to sleep, Luo Qianqian glanced at Luo Shufan with a face full of grievance: "Brother, he's your brother too!" Why leave it all to her to soothe him?
"An Hao likes you more." Luo Shufan lounged leisurely on the side, watching An Hao tightly holding onto Luo Qianqian's hand, raising an eyebrow. Although there was a bit of acting on his brother's part, he really did like Qianqian.
"Well, I like you more too, why don't you help share the burden?" Luo Qianqian's face was full of grievance, fighting over food with her and even dumping the task of soothing their brother all on her, even though they went out together.
"Maybe, it's because the moon is very bright." Luo Shufan said calmly, only frowning after looking at the already sleeping An Hao: "That Mo is not simple."
"Of course he's not simple." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, can the Poison Saint be simple?
