Bo Ling was no fool. As a beauty, she had encountered all sorts of people trying to strike up a conversation. If she hadn't been cautious, she would have fallen for someone's tricks long ago. After the youth uttered those words, she understood his intentions.
"There's no need for that, I'm just a bit curious," Bo Ling shook her head and said, "Who Mr. Qin is actually has nothing to do with me."
"What a pity," the youth said with a light shake of his head. "You're Bo Ling, right? Actually, you're already seriously ill. Without treatment, you'll undoubtedly die within three years!"
"What are you saying!" Bo Ling fumed, her pretty face flushing red. "How can you say such a thing, cursing me!"
"Exactly! How can you curse someone!" Cui Danwei and Shangguan Wen, also angered, pointed at the youth and said, "That's really too much! It's despicable!"
