"Youxuan."
The sound of Dan Hanjie’s voice reached her ears, and Qin Youxuan turned around, seeing his tall figure striding toward her.
The smile on Qin Youxuan’s lips beca even more radiant as she voluntarily wrapped her arm around Dan Hanjie’s, casting a provocative look toward Dan Hanxi.
"Didn’t I tell you not to wander around? Yet here you are, mistaking people again." Dan Hanjie’s tone was indifferent, carrying his usual pampering as he raised his hand to ruffle her small head.
Qin Youxuan playfully stuck out her tongue, "I wasn’t wandering around. People keep bumping into . It’s not like I can pretend to be blind, so I just greeted him casually."
Qin Youxuan spoke nonchalantly, snuggling further into Dan Hanjie’s embrace, completely unfazed by Dan Hanxi’s previous provoking words.
"Since you’re back, enjoy your current glory. I’m afraid it won’t last long." Dan Hanjie coldly turned his head, glancing at Dan Hanxi in front of him, his gaze carrying a trace of mockery, with an unclear aning.
"I’ll return the sa words to you." Dan Hanxi didn’t seem eager to clash with Dan Hanjie, and had forgotten he once hovered between life and death, thanks to Dan Hanjie.
The two brothers rely exchanged glances before Dan Hanxi turned and left.
"Did you notice anything?"
As Dan Hanxi’s figure disappeared, Dan Hanjie imdiately turned to look at Diwu Zexuan beside him.
Diwu Zexuan, in a casual suit, seed sowhat out of place in the formal setting around him. Yet his casual deanor blended with an indescribable aura, making it feel as though it was the environnt that was out of place, not him.
This kind of man, wherever he went, exuded an unyielding nobility.
Qin Youxuan was slightly taken aback, smacking her lips.
She hadn’t noticed before how dominating and imposing Diwu Zexuan was.
"He hasn’t had any plastic surgery on his face." Diwu Zexuan, who had been observing while holding a wine glass, responded to Dan Hanjie’s question, his lips lightly parting as he spoke in a serene tone.
"Are you sure there’s not even a hint of surgery? How can there be two people so alike in the world?" Qin Youxuan clicked her tongue in disbelief.
"Are you sure he’s not Dan Hanxi?" Diwu Zexuan glanced at Qin Youxuan, his eyes flickering slightly.
"..."
Qin Youxuan hesitated for a mont, then bit her lip and said, "I’m not completely sure. He seems to treat like he used to, but when I ask about the past, he only skirts around the issues, as if he can’t answer them."
"The only thing I can be sure of is his face hasn’t been surgically altered, no liposuction or anything like that. As for whether he really is Dan Hanxi, we just need to find a way to get his hair or blood."
Diwu Zexuan sneered.
"A DNA test report can’t deceive, even if Dan Rong is dead, he still has you, his brother. But I think if Dan Yi dares to take this step, he must have been prepared long ago. Whether the real or fake Dan Hanxi, a DNA test report won’t intimidate him."
"He’s not Dan Hanxi."
Dan Hanjie remained silent for a long ti before finally parting his lips, his tone cold and detached.
As if soaked in icy water.
"How do you know?" Qin Youxuan blinked her catlike eyes in surprise, looking at him with curiosity.
Diwu Zexuan, too, turned his head to look at Dan Hanjie.
His silvery eyes flickered slightly, though he didn’t seem as astonished as Qin Youxuan was.
Sotis your enemies know you best.
It was normal for him and Qin Youxuan to be unable to tell, but Dan Hanjie was different.
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