During math self-study class, Chen Siyu wasn't studying but was engrossed in a well-known book.
She was reading "To Live."
Jiang Ning asked her, "Did you finish reading 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'?"
"Huh? I, I, I didn't finish it," Chen Siyu hurriedly replied.
The last time someone was reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude," it was actually her sister; she hadn't read it at all.
From Jiang Ning's words, she secretly rejoiced, learning that Jiang Ning couldn't really tell her apart from her sister.
He hadn't even figured out who was reading the book.
Doesn't this mean that there would be a lot more room for manipulation in the future?
Chen Siyu couldn't help but be occupied by a flood of thoughts.
Bai Yuxia had been scrolling through her phone, then she turned towards Chen Siyu and said,
"You're reading about life, and I'm researching about death."
"What are you studying?" asked Chen Siyu.
