Qiao Zhiyi felt that this man was not Shi Jingzhou.
No matter how arrogant and egoistic Shi Jingzhou was, or how unpleasant his personality could be, he had never made her feel so uncomfortable as she did now.
It was an indescribable feeling.
This man was even harder to get along with than Shi Jingzhou.
While his appearance might closely resemble Shi Jingzhou's, the aura he exuded was different from Shi Jingzhou's.
"I'm not interested in you either." Qiao Zhiyi simply turned her head away, ceasing to converse with him.
Ever since she first met him, she had felt a strange sensation.
Similar, yet not similar.
Not similar, yet similar.
A person's face could change, but not the essence deep within their bones.
"You think I am Shi Jingzhou," Shi Yu was the one to break the silence.
Qiao Zhiyi didn't want to engage with him, but curiosity, coupled with her continuous suspicions, made her look at him and ask, "Are you?"
"Do you really hope that I am?" Shi Yu glanced at her.
