The person behind him initially seemed unwilling to answer Qi Si's question. After quite a while, just as Qi Si was about to give up on getting an answer, he suddenly spoke.
"Are you so sure I have to be Jiang Zhijie?"
Qi Si froze, then asked, "If you're not Jiang Zhijie, then who are you?"
"You're so smart. Can't you guess?"
Qi Si said speechlessly, "You're the one who said I was smart, not me. Besides, haven't I already given you my answer?"
It was precisely because he already had an answer that he was certain the man behind him was Jiang Zhijie.
After Qi Si finished speaking, footsteps sounded behind him about a minute later.
The footsteps slowly approached Qi Si. His hands, tied to the chair's armrests, instinctively clenched into fists.
Only when the footsteps stopped beside him did Qi Si slowly turn to look at his side.
What entered his sight was the familiar white lab coat from his memories.
Qi Si's pupils contracted as he slowly raised his head to look at the man's face.
Unexpectedly, it was a face that made anyone instinctively think he was a good person. He was not particularly handsome, but he did not inspire wariness at first glance.
Qi Si believed that this man would probably be quite popular with women wherever he went.
Not because he was handsome enough, but precisely because he was not overly handsome, making more young women willing to approach him.
The man looked down at Qi Si with a gentle smile on his face.
He gave off a very safe feeling. Even the creases at the corners of his eyes lent him an air of reliability.
Qi Si could not help shuddering. Though he looked like someone who could easily make others lower