A fake will always be a fake

Lin Hanxing squinted at the appearance of Yuan Junhui, the third son of the yuan family, but she quickly returned to her usual lazy self.

"Young master Lei, miss Lin."

As if he had just seen the two of them, Yuan san's face revealed a timely surprise.

Before he could speak again, Lin Hanxing's voice interrupted him.

"Mister Yuan San is so calculative."

The smile on Lin Hanxing's face slowly disappeared as he did not even want to listen to the man's next few polite words.

Her delicate little face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, and her expression was cold.

"I'm afraid that Yuan shaojing hasn't met you guys since you came to Jiang city."

The smile that the yuan family's third son had been trying to squeeze out was instantly wiped off his face by Lin Hanxing's words. He just stared at her in a daze.