C272 White smoke of memory

The night was hazy, and a rare breeze blew past, adding a slight refreshing feeling to the thick and hot yard.

Mo Xian and Qi Huaizhao looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at Shen Junlin with tacit understanding.

"Please enlighten me, Young Master Shen."

Shen Junlin was suddenly at a loss for words, seeing that the two of them were purposely teasing him