Wang Pandi looked at him with interest, and for some unknown reason, she felt a bit nervous, stammering, "I don't know him, I've just heard his name."
"Oh?" Yang Zhigang's gaze flickered and became deep. He crossed his arms and leaned back, looking at her with a faint smile. Though his expression was gentle, Wang Pandi felt an inexplicable pressure.
Wang Pandi's face turned red under his gaze, her hands tightly clutching the paper again. She didn't understand why she felt guilty, as she often thought about the owner of that name these days and imagined his appearance...
Yang Zhigang was genuinely curious at first, but the girl's overly tense expression revealed something to him, and he inexplicably wanted to investigate further, which is why he pressured her.
