Chapter 17 To Cry Over That Playboy

• Liang Yimo had a feeling that the man looked like the man who barged into her home, which she eventually saved. No, they don’t look alike, or rather, their faces are almost identical! “You...” Liang Yimo hesitated, as she didn’t believe in such coincidences.
• “Give me your ID,” the man said with a refreshing smile on his face. His black eyes were cold and harsh as a bottomless pit, yet his gaze was gentle, and he looked like the man she saved. Liang Yimo handed him her ID while spacing out.
• He took it while speaking to the conductor who sat on the other side of the window, “Excuse me, please refund this ticket for me, then have it bought under this ID.”