He was very close to her, so Sheng Youxia could see his features clearly.
"Don't you remember me?"
The man gauged her expression, which clearly showed she didn't recognize him.
Sheng Youxia gave him a careful look, "You are...?"
"Nan Lake, does that ring a bell?"
Sheng Youxia's memory rewound to that night, which, like now, involved Fu Shilv and Liang Nianwei.
Her lips parted slightly, and she finally remembered—it was him who had picked her up and fled in panic. "It's you."
"You probably even forgot my name. Let me introduce myself again, I am Wen Zaiyi."
She had met him a total of two times, and both times he had helped her.
"Hello, Sheng Youxia."
Wen Zaiyi extended his hand to her, the most basic courtesy. Sheng Youxia didn't hesitate to shake it.
Fu Shilv's face was about to freeze over.
The client next to them left first. Sheng Youxia looked towards Fu Shilv from a distance, unable to discern his facial expression.