"Mm, what do you want from me?" He went straight to the point.
The respirator-wearing Ou Qichang saw this and then grimly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I know you hate me. If it wasn't for me and Hu Zhiming killing the Ye Family back then, you wouldn't have suffered so much. But these two years, I've thought for a long, long time, and I feel this secret can't be taken to the grave."
Secret?
Lin Yebai heard it, and inexplicably, his heart skipped a beat.
He was a man who'd been through thick and thin with his adoptive father, and they were very close back then. So now, what secret is he going to reveal?
Suddenly, he felt a bit nervous, and his fingers in the trench coat pocket slowly tightened: "What secret?"
Ou Qichang breathed several times: "About... your identity!"
"Identity?"
