"Why is it him?"
Upon seeing the photo his elder brother sent on his phone, he immediately felt weak in the knees and sat down on the ground.
Ignoring the bewildered looks from Ye Xuan and Ye Han, he quickly dialed his brother's number.
"What's up, Xiao Yun?" His brother's deep and resonant voice came through, causing the guilty-feeling Zhou Yun to nervously swallow and say, "Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to ask if the person in the photo you sent is really your benefactor. You couldn't have made a mistake, right?"
"How could I be mistaken? Back when I was in the United States, after my benefactor saved me, I actually saw what he looked like under the mask. The reason I only sent you the photo now is that I heard my benefactor returned to the country and recently participated in a race with a Japanese driver on Baling Mountain. That's when I found his photo online. There's no mistake."
