Leng Jiuchen took a deep breath. He looked at Shi Beiyu, whose lips were bruised, and asked in a deep voice, “Which country?”
Mu Siyin saw that Leng Jiuchen was still unwilling to give up, so she immediately threw him three words, “I don’t know!”
This time, Leng Jiuchen gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them. Then, he turned around and left with a cold expression.
Seeing Leng Jiuchen leave, Mu Siyin immediately turned around and looked at the wound at the corner of Shi Beiyu’s mouth with a frown. “He’s bleeding. This Leng Jiuchen is really a madman!”
Shi beiyu said disapprovingly, “This little wound is nothing. He has already shown mercy.”
Hearing this, Mu Siyin was even more furious. “Then, what do you want him to do to you?”
Shi Beiyu raised his eyebrows and said, “If someone hides you one day, I’ll definitely beat him to a pulp.”
Mu Siyin was instantly stunned. She looked at Shi Beiyu speechlessly.
“Your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter now.”
