These three simple words hit Shen Niantang like a bucket of cold water.
Her heart sank abruptly. The anticipation in her eyes flickered out, replaced by an irrepressible sense of speechlessness. Biting her lower lip to stifle her frustration, she gave up on further conversation. She walked over to a small sofa, sat cross-legged, crossed her arms, and turned her head away, sulking.
Why was this man so impossibly stubborn? There was simply no room for communication.
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