Lu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, "Could things really be this dramatic? Am I running into her ex-boyfriend?"
At the same time, Lin Wan also withdrew her gaze and happened to meet Lu Zheng's eyes.
"What are you thinking!" Lin Wan glared at Lu Zheng and said irritably.
"Uh, nothing much."
"Hmph! Men!"
Lin Wan pouted, let out a low laugh, and then turned serious, saying, "This guy is your... suspect in a case."
She smoothly switched from "your" to "a," and because the tones were similar, Lu Zheng didn't catch on.
"What?"
Lu Zheng was taken aback, looking once again at the man on stage elegantly playing the piano, occasionally signaling to his female companion at a distance.
He had a tall, slender build, handsome features, a deep and charming gaze, and a subtle, enigmatic smile—a typical high-quality male.
This guy, a suspect?
"A playboy?" Lu Zheng blurted out. His imagination went no further than that.
Lin Wan shook her head and said nothing.
