"It's okay, I understand…" Shan Xing faced Zhang Hua's gaze and did not even dare to look up into his eyes. Her eyes flickered as she deliberately avoided Zhang Hua's gaze. In the end, she lowered her head slightly.
Zhang Hua looked at the unnatural Shan Xing and asked, "Hello, are you Shan Xing?"
"That's-that's right, I am." Shan Xing tried her best to calm down. In order not to be seen through, she quickly picked up the tea that had just been brewed on the table and took two sips. She stammered, "This is my manuscript. Mr. Zhang can use this to confirm my identity." With that, she took out the draft papers she had prepared and showed it to Zhang Hua.
As the third son of the Capital University, Zhang Hua was not so easy to fool. He had long known that this draft paper had been circulated online. Anyone could print the photo, so just a draft paper could not explain the problem.
