He glanced at Jiang Nan lightly and stretched out his hand. Jiang Nan carefully opened his palm, and his thumb could not help but gently brush the broad palm: "Shen Cang, I will write a few words in your hand. You close your eyes and you will win a prize if you guess it!" "Boring!" Shen Cang poured cold water on Jiang Nan without hesitation. Jiang Nan knew that he had agreed, and secretly rejoiced. She took a deep breath, held his hand, and lightly wrote three words. Looking up into those still clear eyes, Jiang Nan's expression dimmed quietly, but he didn't notice the snarky smile on the corner of the man's mouth slowly widening in front of his eyes...