C328 The Pain of Salt Being Sprinkled on the Wound

"What's up? From the look on your face, it seems like you already guessed it was me," Lu Zhihao said, wearing a calm smile.

If Xia Shirann hadn't already known about this man, she might have been fooled by his deceitful facade. Clenching her fists tightly, she fought the urge to punch him, staring intently at Lu Zhihao