She stuck close to the wall and looked at the two people in front of her.

  “What, What’s Wrong?”


  Ye sang was flustered by their looks. Her fingertips subconsciously touched her lips and glanced at Shen Yan ‘an, feeling goosebumps all over her body.

  She was not afraid of Shen Yao.

  But she was afraid of her younger brother.

  Ye sang puffed up her cheeks and exhaled. Her eyes flickered under her curled eyelashes.

  She was clearly guilty.