"Yuanhang, who are you?" Watching Ling Suqi's receding figure, Suxin looked up at Ling Yuanhang.
"I am the son of Ling Mutian." Ling Yuanhang looked at Suxin, their eyes meeting as if countless emotions were being exchanged.
"But, I am still me, still the Yuanhang from T University's campus."
Actually, before Ling Yuanhang gave his answer, Suxin had already guessed it. The smile of Ling Mutian had felt very familiar to her, because it resembled Yuanhang's, and both shared the surname Ling. Moreover, today was the anniversary celebration of Lingtian Group, and a sister with the Ling surname had also appeared; she was no fool.
"Xinxin, don't blame me." Feeling the hand in his slowly slipping away, Ling Yuanhang became a bit flustered; he knew very well that Suxin was reluctant to meet with him.
"Whose son you are won't stop us from being classmates, or friends." Suxin said with a smile, withdrawing her hand from Ling Yuanhang's grip.
