"Mistaken identity?"
Hearing this, Lin Qianru let out a cold laugh, "Yes, you did hide your appearance back then, I didn't know what you looked like, but don't forget, we've had the most intimate contact~ With a wound on your left arm, like it was sliced by a knife, it's very faint, barely noticeable if one doesn't pay attention. You say you're not the Judge, but do you dare to roll up your left sleeve and let me have a look, and there also's a scar on your back? In your words, the scars on a man's body are the symbols of honor. Am I wrong?"
"Alright! I admit I'm the person you're looking for, what do you want to do with me?" Lu Tianxing said, feeling resigned.
Lin Qianru recognized him, and now he recognized Lin Qianru too. Lu Tianxing had never expected that the beauty he saved on the plane from New York to China would turn out to be Lin Qianru...
