After Pretending to be a Love Rival, He Was Targeted by an Unhinged Big Shot

Zhong Su died at twenty-one, at the peak of his youth. Seven years later, he opened his eyes, wearing a stranger’s face, and returned to the lowest, most wretched depths of society. The first person he wanted to see was Chen Huan, the friend who had once faced life and death with him. But what he found was a man shrouded in hostility, a complete stranger. The man had sun-kissed skin, a dangerous thorn tattoo coiled around his neck, and an expression as cold and untamed as a wild black panther. He flicked his fingers lightly, cigarette ash drifting into the ashtray, his gaze piercingly cold as if it could see right through Zhong Su: “Implying you’re a dead man? You’ve got guts.” “Since ...