"You want to deny it?" Xie Jingxing frowned. "That's not right, Shen Jiaojiao."
"I'll give you money." Shen Miao made a prompt decision. "I can compensate you however much you want."
Xie Jingxing looked at her quietly for a while. For some reason, Shen Miao felt that his gaze was filled with knives, as if Xie Jingxing wanted to kill her. After a while, Xie Jingxing smiled and gritted his teeth. "Do you take me as a gigolo or a toy boy? Money? I've never lacked money."
Shen Miao was silent.
Xie Jingxing took a deep breath and said, "How did you find out?"
Shen Miao was caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. "What?"
Xie Jingxing picked up the mask on the table. "How did you find out my identity? I died in battle two years ago. No matter what, it doesn't make sense for you to recognize me the moment we met."
