"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
"Why am I here?"
The brain crashes.
The two exchanged words casually, showing no signs of hatred born of love or deep emotional turmoil. They talked like long-lost friends or relatives who hadn't seen each other in a long while catching up on trivial family matters.
The change in expression was a bit quick.
Cen Yueyue was fiery by nature, but not foolish. Normally, she would resolve things with her fists and spare her mind. Initially, she was a bit indignant when she saw Jiang Feng standing still and chatting with Yan Yurou.
Thinking to herself that this guy truly still had his ex-fiancée... Bah!
He was still not over his ex-wife!
But when the words "word curse" were mentioned, the words that were almost at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, her face full of horror and astonishment.
"Word curse!?"
Her hair stood on end, and she shuddered in fright.
