His Identity
Editor: Atlas Studios
Xing Chen ran over excitedly and picked up Qiao An's phone. The screen showed the name of the caller: Huo Zhou.
Xing Chen hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone in a solemn mood.
"Hello." His voice was hoarse and tired.
The other party was clearly slow at first. Then he said in a pleasantly surprised voice, "Xiaoran, is that you?"
Xing Chen was stunned…
He was familiar with the name Xiaoran. That was Qiao An's ex-husband, but wasn't he already dead? Why could this person still recognize him as Xiaoran?
Xing Chen corrected him. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. I'm Xing Chen, not Xiaoran."
It was a long sentence, revealing his magnetic, low, and sexy voice. There was also a domineering and intimidating aura in his cadence.
On the other end, Huo Zhou was even more convinced that he was Xiaoran.