"Asshole! Who asked to see your ID card!" Qiao Yuman rolled her eyes, clenching her teeth with rage.
"You don't want to know who I am? It's clearly written on the ID card," Su Han replied helplessly. What else could he be?
Just an ordinary person, at most a law-abiding and good citizen.
Qiao Yuman pouted and couldn't be bothered to ask anymore, knowing that no matter how she asked, Su Han wouldn't give a straight answer.
Those curious eyes glanced at Su Han from time to time, dozens of guesses in her heart all being dismissed by her.
After thinking for a long while and getting nowhere, she simply gave up.
"Hmph, sooner or later you'll spill the beans yourself!"
Qiao Yuman knew Su Han wouldn't speak up, and there was no point asking; no wonder she always felt he had a unique aura about him—it turned out he was indeed a dark horse.
"Yuman, about today's incident, don't tell anyone, lest your sister worries," Su Han paused, then said.
