Before the assistant could expose Zhao Rong's lies, he shouted to the beautiful women beside him, "Miss Lili, the beautiful Yu Lan, and the beautiful Xuelian, you'd better listen closely. I'm about to ask Zhao Rong a few questions, and I guarantee he won't be able to answer a single one. Because he's a fake Zhao Rong!"
Watching the assistant's aggressive approach, Zhao Rong just smiled faintly. "Alright, I'm the fake Zhao Rong. What questions do you have? Bring them on."
The assistant shot Zhao Rong a lewd grin and immediately asked, "Fake Zhao Rong, first tell me, how did we meet?"
Zhao Rong crossed his legs, holding a glass of wine. "Are you talking about the first time we ever saw each other?"
"Just answer the question!" the assistant said arrogantly. "You definitely can't, because you're nothing but a cheap knockoff!"
