Ivelle looked at him and said, "It's not what you think. Even an ordinary friend who sees someone exactly like him can't help but come forward and find out, not to mention that I owe him my life."

He got up and approached her, with a cold breath wrapped around him and a low voice. "What are you thinking?"

She pursed her lips and subconsciously stepped back, but behind her was the cold wall, and there was nothing she could do.

"Jordan Astley, are you angry because I can't let him go, or do you think I shouldn't get excited about a dead man?"

He sneered. "What do you think?"...