Familiar

The atmosphere instantly became uncomfortable. Jin Liwei was quiet and unmoving, but they knew that he must be boiling with fury inside, as evidenced by his tense jaw and body. His hands were also clenched into tight fists. His cold eyes looked straight at Lu Zihao, silently telling him to back off.

However, Lu Zihao didn't even look at him. He was still looking at Iris, acting oblivious to Jin Liwei. With hands tucked inside the pockets of his jeans and his devilish smile, he looked very much like the handsome rogue that he was.

Iris tilted her head to the side and frowned. There really was something familiar about Lu Zihao, but she was certain that she had never met him before. She couldn't pinpoint in what way he was familiar. It was making her feel confused.