C438 Pretty Good at Pretending?

Lin Zimo looked at the time. Not bad. It only took him five minutes to find out.

If it was him, five hours might not have been enough.

He patted Chiang Zhihu's shoulder with high regard. "Not bad. Do you want to send him directly to me, or do you want me to pick him up myself?"

Chiang Zhihu's facial features gradually became awkward. "This... Young Master Lin