At this moment, Zhang Zhehan remembered the eyes of a man that were looking at him with full of hatred and resentment. He remembered clearly that day when he went to pick Li Xiaolu after her interview had ended, he saw a handsome guy with her.
Was that him?
Was that really his Long Xun?
Zhang Zhehan couldn't tell. Maybe that guy had the same name as his best friend or maybe that guy is him, his best friend. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure. If only, that day he could have got off from his car and he could meet that man, then maybe he could get any clues or say something about the situation.
There were many things that pointed, that this guy was his best friend. For example, the way that guy looked, or the way he stood like King, the way he carried himself was just like how he can imagine his best friend would be. But what if he is not his Long Xun?
