Bab 397: 176 The Truth of That Year

After breakfast, Lu Ziheng went upstairs.

When he came back down, the man was dressed impeccably in a spotless white shirt paired with meticulously pressed black trousers, and he even wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Besides looking refreshed, he had the air of a noble and aloof business elite.

Ran Yu couldn't help but scornfully think to herself as she looked at him.

Who could have imagined that beneath such a mature and refined appearance lay such wickedness?

Was this the so-called two-faced nature of people?

He was the very definition of a hypocrite!

As if by telepathy, Lu Ziheng raised an eyebrow at her, "What are you thinking about?"

Ran Yu's legs went weak for a moment, then she grabbed her bag as if nothing had happened, "I'm not thinking about anything."

Lu Ziheng: "..."

He always felt that the young lady's gaze was a bit strange.

After leaving the house, he continued to drive the Buick to take Ran Yu.