Lin Jingsheng's face showed a hint of awkwardness, as if a fig leaf had been crudely torn away, and they couldn't even maintain the most basic courtesy. He smiled slightly, "Are you referring to the time you got drunk and mistook me for Ah Bai?"
Chu Lin's face darkened, and a storm gathered in his eyes. The small changing room's atmosphere shifted dramatically, while Lin Jingsheng remained calm, his emotions unaffected, merely listening to Chu Lin's voice like a beating drum.
In his rage, Chu Lin couldn't control his strength and hurt Lin Jingsheng's hand, yet he remained unaware.
That was already a decade ago.
Moreover, he knew who it was. It was just a careless mistake, calling out the wrong name.
"Are you deliberately stabbing me in the heart?" Chu Lin coldly stared at him, their gazes locked in the narrow space, eyes burning. Chu Lin sneered, "Are you proud to see me suffer?"
"What am I proud of?" Lin Jingsheng asked coldly, "Let go of me!"
