Qianxun thinks so too?
Heather's eyebrows furrowed as she thought to herself, in that case, it's not just her own illusion. It's real—Nian Shen does have a bit of Ah Nian's vibe about him.
But before she could answer, she suddenly jabbed her elbow backward, hitting the person behind her, whose face instantly showed a pained, restrained expression.
Watching Mo Jun Tian clutch his abdomen in agony, Qianxun nearly burst out laughing.
She hadn't even noticed Mo Jun Tian sneaking closer to eavesdrop while she was talking seriously with Heather. How did Heather, with her back turned to him, catch him though?
"I just wanted to hear what women usually talk about," he muttered.
"If you come any closer, I won't stop at just elbowing your stomach."
Mo Jun Tian was shocked. "Then what else do you plan to use, and where will you stab me?"
Almost as soon as he said it, he instinctively shielded his most vulnerable part.
