Seeing Yan Yuchu adopting an eager-to-learn attitude, Han Yan couldn't help but reveal a sly smile. As two birds of a feather cast adrift in this world, how could one not share the good things that come one's way? Renowned titles like Mu the spendthrift, Big Playboy Mu, and Mu Siyi obviously couldn't be enjoyed alone—a little help shouldering the fame was always welcomed.
Beside them, Mu Ziqing opened his mouth as if to say something but then thought better of it. His eyes, however, brimmed with sympathy as he watched Yan Yuchu, seemingly witnessing a wayward youth, slightly lacking in affection and a bit extreme in views, step by step tread towards an endless abyss.
Looking back at Han Yan, it seemed as if behind that bright and handsome smile, two black horns were quietly sprouting—yes, these were the horns of a demon.
