Chapitre 1603: The Mark of Death

Nalan Chunbo paused when Wen Shan stopped. He made himself stop one meter away from Wen Shan.

"I hate it the most when people lie to me," Wen Shan hissed through gritted teeth. Despite how they were still lovey-dovey yesterday, she was actually capable of unleashing her anger at him.

Nalan Chunbo frowned. "I was caught in between a rock and a hard place, and I had no choice but to continue on the same path."

That idiom was correctly placed.

" ... " Wen Shan was speechless.

Had a good grasp on the language now, no?

"Do you know what else is eleven-eleven known as?" Wen Shan suddenly asked.

Nalan Chunbo felt that it was better if he did not answer this question—it felt like a pit that was waiting for him to jump into.

"Singles' Day. Congratulations, today's your day too." After Wen Shan said that, she left without looking back.

The wind in November was a little chilly.