The air went still for a moment, and Fu Zhi was stunned.
She had put on a knitted jacket today that wrapped around her body tightly and made her look like a dumpling.
Lu Yu'an raised his hand and flipped Fu Zhi's collar.
"What are you doing?" Fu Zhi asked, leaning back.
Lu Yu'an's gaze suddenly cracked. He stared intently at the red mole on the right side of Fu Zhi's collarbone.
He remembered that Z God's red mole was on the left side…
'So, it wasn't her…'
Then, who had saved him?
Lu Yu'an fell into deep thought. Just as Fu Zhi was about to say something, her phone rang.
"Zhizhi, this is bad. Do you remember the journal that you handed in the other day? The school's forum said that Yu City's Education Bureau rejected your journal because your work got a 100% similarity score on relevant software!"
