"You really are quite unlucky today." Fang Yi didn't forget to rub salt in He Xiaohao's wounds at this moment.
And this remark made the anger on He Xiaohao's face even more obvious, his expression was full of gloom.
Fang Yi took a puff of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, not in a hurry at all, and said very leisurely, "Actually, you don't need to know who I am. I'm afraid if you knew, you'd find it too hard to handle."
He Xiaohao, furious, laughed: "You surely don't want to tell me that you are Fang Yi, do you?"
Fang Yi had a 'shocked' expression: "You're amazing, you even guessed that. I'm impressed!"
But He Xiaohao snorted coldly, clearly not believing that Fang Yi was Fang Yi.
"You can't possibly be Fang Yi! Fang Yi is far away in Tianjing right now; how could he possibly be here!" He Xiaohao said, extremely confident: "And you don't even match Fang Yi's appearance!"
