The name ‘Sheng Zuo’ was an allergen to Chu Xing now. Just hearing it made the hairs on her arms stand on end, her skin crawling as if a hundred insects were tearing at her from within. She glared at Chu Mian. “Cut the act. I know you’re Chu Mian, not some Xie Xiangla. And I’ll rip that mask off you sooner or later.” “Oh, really?” Chu Mian’s gaze was glacial. “Then I’ll be waiting.” “Ahem.” Chu Zh