"Huanghuang, what's wrong with you? We used to be so good, why have you changed now? Am I not good enough, or is there someone better than me?"
The man was full of excitement and unease, he had been waiting here for Beiming Huang for a long time. Since that day after calling Beiming Huang.
These days Beiming Huang hadn't been answering his calls, so he specially rushed here today from home, wanting to explain everything clearly and try to seek Beiming Huang's forgiveness.
"Hai Zhilan, there's no need for explanations."
"Why! Is it because I'm not good to you? Or is there someone better to you than I am?" The man repeated his previous question, still expressing his confusion.
Through their lip-reading dialogue, Lin Zifeng learned the man's identity. If Beiming Huang's lip-reading was correct, then the man should be Hai Zhilan from the Hai Family of Yanjing.
He was also the one who Lin Zifeng accidentally answered Beiming Huang's phone call from that day.
