Shen Chang’an slowly lowered his head. Seeing his own hand tightly clasped around Dao Nian’s, he instantly understood what that elder sister meant earlier.
“Why didn’t you give me a heads-up?” Shen Chang’an released Dao Nian’s hand, muttering under his breath. "Now people have gotten the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea about what?" Dao Nian looked down at his own hand expressionlessly, seemingly unclear about what that sister implied.