After hanging up the phone, Xia Weibao walked out of the dressing room.
She wandered around for a bit and saw "Han Luoqi" walking toward her, so she went up to him.
Her heart fluttered again when she got close to him.
The doubts Xia Weibao had put aside resurfaced once more.
Is this person really Han Luoqi?
But she's friends with Han Luoqi, so why is there this strange feeling?
She suspiciously sized up the man in front of her, it's definitely Han Luoqi's appearance.
But the demeanor is just...
"What are you looking at?" "Han Luoqi" asked coldly.
"Seeing if you're dead yet."
Lu Hualiang, "..."
"Something's not right, something's really not right." Xia Weibao murmured softly.
She shook her head as she walked forward, muttering to herself about how something's off.
Behind her, the corners of Lu Hualiang's mouth slowly lifted.
It seems it won't be hidden for long.
