Oliver Lu let go of Ethan Xie’s hand, and his expression returned to being cold and indifferent. He almost threw Ethan Xie to the ground.
Ethan Xie sighed faintly, narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Isn't it too late to pretend now?"
Oliver Lu's lips were pursed into a straight line: "What am I pretending for?"
Ethan Xie stood in front of him, raised his lips, and said in a low and meaningful tone: "Uncle Liang? Prince Xiao? And the many others before... They were all you, right?"
Oliver Lu stared at Ethan Xie for a long time. He smiled calmly and raised his eyebrows: "It's me."
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