Old friends enemy?

An old friend? Enemy?

Her opponent's bamboo hat was covered by a black veil so it was difficult to see her face, but Yun Qianliang's tone of voice was extremely familiar, and she was sure that the reason was because of his action of pressing down on her bamboo hat.

Since he couldn't see it clearly, why bother doing so?

He knew that the person in front of him could recognize him, so he instinctively made an action of blocking him. This was a conditioned reflex from the depths of one's heart. The habit carved into one's bones was not something that could be easily changed.

Yun Qianliang's face was as cold as frost, he stared coldly at the person in front of her, his anger could not be suppressed any longer.

"Take off your bamboo hat." Yun Qianliang said sinisterly.