Having said that.
Lei Qianxiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
A young man couldn't suddenly change radically; there was only one possibility, he had hidden his true self for the first eighteen years.
The Lin Hao from two months ago wasn't the real Lin Hao, only from the moment he burst forth, he showed his true self.
Lei Qianxiao's words made Lin Hao slightly relieved; he had thought the former had guessed that he was reborn.
It seems he was worrying too much.
Rebirth, such an unimaginable notion—how could ordinary people think of that?
His sharp gaze gradually became peaceful, since the other party thought he had hidden for eighteen years, let it be that he had hidden for eighteen years:
"Dean Lei, you're very clever, to have guessed even this."
