Receiving the teacup, she teased with a smile, "Zhenzhen is so lovely, and you're in the same field. Senior brother, have you really not considered it?"
Sheng Boyan's emotions weren't apparent in his eyes; if one didn't look closely, they would miss it. He spoke in a clear and gentle voice, "She's just a sister, that's all."
When he turned around, it inexplicably gave people a sense of desolation.
Nan Wan averted her gaze and didn't continue the topic, "How's my mother doing lately?"
In fact, she rarely came over; in the past six months, she had only visited once.
"Since Uncle Nan came over, it seems to have had some effect. She was lucid for a few minutes yesterday—her condition is much improved now."
Hearing Sheng Boyan's words, Nan Wan's bland eyes and brows didn't show much fluctuation.
