On this point, Baili Xia really couldn't understand no matter how much she thought about it.
Why could she always recognize Wu Ming so easily, whether he wore a mask or not?
Yet, the aura on Wu Ming, which was completely different from Pang Ran's, was so easy to recognize.
He... was too much like Uncle.
Even though she had thought for a long time that he and Uncle were really very alike.
But every time she wanted to know who Wu Ming was, she suspected many people, except for Uncle.
But, why does he really seem so much alike?
She bit her lip, and when Wu Ming turned his head to look at her, she suddenly took a step forward.
"What are you doing?" Wu Ming's thick eyebrows furrowed as he saw her holding his face.
At this moment, he should have pushed her away, otherwise, it would be easy to get exposed.
But when his hands fell to her waist, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.
Reluctant to push her away, unwilling for a lifetime.
