บท 685: The Coldness of The Capital Letters

Ye Ling's ability to grasp the important point was forever lopsided.

"How did you know?" Ye Ling asked.

Shen Qianshu had a gush of fire rushing up. She wanted so much to kick him in his chest again and to kick him until he went into a coma. He actually still dared to ask her. Shen Qianshu became silent.

Ye Ling's brain circuit was also miraculous. In his heart, he did not feel that Shen Qianshu would really get so angry that she would ignore him or, perhaps, leave him.

As long as she did not leave him, everything could be discussed.

"You guess!"

The sound of gritting teeth could be heard.

Ye Ling said calmly, "It is impossible that Zhong Ran and Ah Da told you. My guess is not accurate."

Shen Qianshu scoffed. "Then continue guessing."

"You tell me."

"I will not!"