'Knock, knock, knock.'
"Come in."
Just as he was about to call to arrange a new ID for Xiaofan, there was a knock on the door. Without looking up, Fan Lingtian called out.
The door opened and Xiaofan walked in slowly, standing silently by the side without speaking.
Usually, people would report their business directly upon entering, so not hearing a sound, Fan Lingtian slowly raised his head.
"Who are you?"
The clothes were the ones Xiaofan had just worn earlier, and the height and build were exactly like Xiaofan's, but the face—he felt he'd seen it somewhere before.
"Heh..." Xiaofan grinned, about to reveal the truth when Fan Lingtian suddenly stood up from his chair, surprised.
"Ren, Ren Zhongtian?"
"Huh?" What? My face looks like Ren Zhongtian's? Is this some kind of joke?
What is going on here? But Fan Lingtian's shocked expression was certainly not faked.
"Who are you really?" Fan Lingtian asked sternly.
"Fan, Grandpa Fan, it's me, Xiaofan."
