"You should know my identity, right?" The young girl was obviously very satisfied with fan xingran's performance. She asked with a rare look of pride. Her family was the capital for her to be proud!
"I know, I know. I was blind to not know that senior would come. I deserve to die, I deserve to die." Fan xingran considered himself a junior, but he didn't really die. He slapped his face again.
"Forget it. I don't want anyone to know my identity. Otherwise, if something happens, it has nothing to do with me." The young girl said as she waved her hand.
"Yes, yes, this junior will never mention this to anyone." Fan xingran's forehead was covered in sweat. He then said carefully,"how should I address you, senior?"
"You can just call me ... Miss zhihan." The young girl said after a moment of silence.