"Ziang, what are you trying to do?"
Tang Sirou didn't know when, but she was already standing behind the man, her gaze bearing a hint of coldness that was difficult to detect.
Hearing her words, the man calmly turned around.
Tang Sirou looked at his unfamiliar face, which did not seem like the Lou Ziang she remembered.
Before she was brought onto this cruise ship, she didn't even know who had taken her here.
Until now, when she saw the man before her.
Though he wore a strange face and hadn't admitted who he was, she still guessed it.
The man's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes slightly raised: "It's just like Ms. Sirou to recognize me despite all this."
Lou Ziang didn't plan to pretend in front of her anymore.
Tang Sirou had guessed it, but when she heard him admit it, she was still slightly taken aback.