"Heh—" Unable to hold it in any longer, Mo Chen let out a soft chuckle.
His voice was pleasing, like the gentle, deep overflows of a flute, mellow and melodious.
This was the first time Su Yan had seen him let out a vocal laugh and the first time she had heard the sound of his laughter; she couldn't help but be enchanted and inadvertently blurted out,
"Master Mo Chen, your laugh is truly pleasant to hear; you should laugh more often."
The smile on Mo Chen's face didn't change, but he no longer made any laughing sounds. After glancing at her, he lowered his head and began to read a book.
Meanwhile, Xiao Tan's lips suddenly pressed tightly together, and a glint of deep gloom flashed quickly through his eyes.
He couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, forcing himself to look outside the window so as not to do something impulsive.
The oblivious Su Yan was still immersed in Mo Chen's recent smile.
