C198 Look at Those Faces in Disguise

During breakfast, Jiaang Yingying had been thinking about Mr. Death's words.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Footsteps came from the corridor. It was the sound of leather shoes colliding with the ground.

"Brother..."

The person who came was not Mr. Death, but Mark, with a puzzled expression, "Miss Jiaang, don't call me that, I can't bear it!"

Jiaang Yingying:..