"Besides." Lu Zhen's smile revealed a trace of coldness. "So what if she looks like me? If she doesn't have the ability, she can only be my low-end version forever. Only those with strength are qualified to be my opponent. Alright, don't worry. Go and rest first."
Lu Zhen comforted Xiaoxiao for a while. After Xiaoxiao left, she was still not sleepy. She took out her tablet and looked at the online class. As she read, she took notes in her notebook. When it was time to meet Bian Lang, Lu Zhen packed up briefly, carried her bag, put on her mask, and went out.
Coincidentally, she saw Song Jia at the door. Although it had only been a few days, Lu Zhen felt that she had not seen Song Jia for a long time. She felt that Song Jia seemed to reveal a trace of fatigue. When their eyes met, both of them felt an unfamiliar feeling.
It was as if they had gradually distanced themselves from each other.
