"What?"
Upon hearing Chen Jingsi's words, Qin Tian was stunned, finally raising his head to look at Chen Jingsi and said, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, my calculations say so."
Chen Jingsi earnestly replied to Qin Tian.
Qin Tian lowered his head, "How did you calculate that? You said the Pantheress will die, how will she die? When will she die? Aren't you just cursing her?"
"I calculated it seriously, and I even thought she would become your wife, but unexpectedly, she will die tonight. It seems she's just a passerby in your life..."
Swish!
Before Chen Jingsi could finish, Qin Tian had already walked two steps from the desk to her, staring at Chen Jingsi: "Little girl, what did you say? The Pantheress will die tonight? You must be joking!"
Chen Jingsi, looking at Qin Tian's somewhat agitated eyes, replied, "I...I calculated it, she won't survive the night..."
"Then tell me, when will she die?"
