"Mr. Lu!" Tan Zhiyue hastened over, looking at Lu Zhanbei who wouldn't let go of Lin Wanwan. His eyes teared up. "She… is not her."
An Qiao, who had approached, scratched his head in confusion. 'What does that mean?'
Lu Zhanbei's body jerked, and he came back from the borderland between sanity and insanity.
Blinking his eyes with all his strength, he finally realized that it was Lin Wanwan who was in front of him, looking at him doubtfully.
She is not her.
He took a deep breath and stood up. "Sorry, I lost control of myself."
In a split second, his surging eyes restored their calm and became distant as usual. It was as if the pain and horror were just illusions.
Lin Wanwan glanced at his lightly trembling fingers and quietly picked herself up. She was impressed by how he could change his expression that fast.
Lu Zhanbei called softly without looking at her, "Director Tan."
"Yes, Mr. Lu?"
