Nan Mochen and Shen Qingyan looked at each other: "Rebirth? Transmigration?"
Wow, has this world really turned into a fantasy!
Mommy is reborn, the sister's husband has transmigrated... They need to seriously understand this world!
Click—
At this moment, Nan Moxin opened the door, saw Nan Mochen and Shen Qingyan sitting stunned on the floor. She understood: her conversation with Murong Yan was overheard by them.
Since they heard it, that's good, saves the trouble of repeating it.
"Brother, Qingqing, this is Murong Yan, a person from that world. Please take good care of him in the future." Nan Moxin smiled gently, like a breath of spring.
Nan Mochen stood up, then pulled Shen Qingyan up. The two of them took another look at Murong Yan: besides being rather good-looking, he wasn't much different from them. Two eyes, one nose.
"I am Murong Yan, nice to meet you." Murong Yan proactively extended his hand.
