Practice Run (1)

Xiong Jingfei immediately pushed Yang Zheyan away from her. He was too close, and her thoughts were in chaos. She can't think straight with his face near hers. She pointed to the other side of the table for him to sit there. Sitting next to her was off-limit! Not after what happened the last time.

Surprisingly, Yang Zheyan immediately complied without throwing a fuss. He sat with his back straight and legs crossed, giving her a different aura compared to his usual self. Someone who is not ordinary. She thought it might be because she became aware he was "the" Yang Zheyan, but that wasn't it. 

She quickly wrote down on the notepad, 'Are you really Yang Zheyan?'

"I can give you my ID if that is what it's going to take for you to believe me?" Yang Zheyan said, taking out his wallet with his ID inside. His ID is with him at all times, but no one ever asked him to hand it over for identification. The card in his hand felt like a foreign object.