Watching Ye Zhen's sudden turn to a smiling face, a kind of indescribable strange feeling abruptly surged into Yang Zhengxi's heart.
For some reason, Yang Zhengxi felt that Ye Zhen's face was both familiar and unfamiliar!
The reason he said this was that Ye Zhen's smiling face, which he saw, seemed somewhat different from Ye Zhen's previous appearance.
But this face, different from before, seemed very familiar to him, as though he saw it every day.
"It's too familiar, who could it be?"
"I remember now, isn't that my own appearance?"
Yang Zhengxi suddenly showed an astonished look on his face, as Ye Zhen's smile from before vaguely resembled him.
"What is he trying to do?"
His eyes scanning sharply like a hawk, Yang Zhengxi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Gone!
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhen, who had just been giving him a strange smile, suddenly disappeared, vanished into thin air.
