The instant Zhang Ziwen looked back, Fan Lihua still maintained his smile. However, his smile was delayed by 0.01 seconds. The fleeting hideousness on his face was immediately caught by Ziwen's sharp gaze. The evil glint in his eyes that he did not have time to hide, the bone-chilling hatred, was mirrored in Ziwen's own. Yet, he concealed his realization well and calmly returned to the living room to retrieve his forgotten possessions, confident that Fan Lihua was still unaware that his malicious expressions had been revealed.