C92 Huan Hongru Was Fake

"What?"

Wen Huaimu's hand stopped. The wind blade on his palm was only half an inch away from Huan Hongru.

"Say it again?" Wen Huaimu's expression became serious, and his eyes became sharp.

"I am not Huan Hongru. I am really a substitute!"

As if he had just revealed a shocking secret, Huan Hongru's face turned pale when he fell to the ground. He sat on the ground and trembled in fear