Wang Su, Wang Lin...
At this moment, Lin Zonghao suddenly realized why he felt he had seen Wang Lin somewhere before when she first appeared at the Lin family.
Wang Lin's appearance, compared to the man Wang Su who had died under his gun, was indeed six or seven points similar.
Stunned by his own delayed reaction, Lin Zonghao abruptly halted his steps.
"Zonghao, what's wrong?"
Wen Meiyu turned back to look at Lin Zonghao, her eyes filled with suspicion.
Since Lin Zonghao returned, she had always felt something was off about him, but since he didn't say anything, she didn't ask. However, at this moment, Wen Meiyu felt that strange feeling becoming more apparent.
"Meiyu, do you remember Wang Su?"
Gazing at Wen Meiyu, Lin Zonghao asked softly.
Under the moonlight, Wen Meiyu's face turned pale for a moment.
