Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan didn't notice the man following behind them, and continued chatting and laughing with Tianmiao, heading towards her cousin's snack shop.
"Yan Xi!" Suddenly, the man took two steps and blocked Han Ting's way, smiling. "I'm Pan Lin. Surprised?"
Han Ting froze, looking at the man with the bright smile. After thinking carefully, she was sure she didn't know this person.
"I think you've mistaken me. I'm not called Yan Xi," Han Ting said with a polite smile.
"Your real name isn't Yan Xi, of course," Pan Lin laughed, "The allergy on your face seems to have healed. But your voice sounds a bit different. Do you have a cold?"
Han Ting was even more puzzled. When did she have a face allergy, and she wasn't experiencing a cold either. Why was this person acting so familiar?
"You really have mistaken her," Huang Shiyuan chimed in. "Han Ting doesn't have a cold. This is her natural voice."
