"How am I not aware that you're actually from Canada?"
He slowly paced over, sporting a large hat, and as night descended, Jian Anning couldn't make out his expression clearly. However, she felt that even though he tilted his chin up, from her angle, she could only see his slightly upturned nose. But his lips seemed to betray a hint of a mocking sneer.
Jian Anning was at a loss for words. Although just now, Zhao Ziyin had let something slip, causing a bit of trouble by blurting out her affairs, Anning was slightly relieved to think that the reach of Situ Xuan and her stepfather should not extend to the distant Huaxia Country.
However, as Yu Zexiao's assistant, she knew Yu Zexiao had once studied in the United States, which might be why he felt some kind of kinship with her, being born and raised in Canada.
