Hong Shiguang stood in front of her in a suit and leather shoes, still looking like a respectable Confucian businessman.

Zhang Xuanxuan wasn't too surprised, it's just that the prediction in her heart came true. She raised her hand and straightened her hair. It was because she was a prisoner that she had to maintain her dignity.

Hong Shiguang smiled lightly: "Looking at you, it seems that you guessed it was me."