I examined the few photos Carson Boyer had selected. They were all close-up side profiles. The photographer had done some technical processing, and at first glance, I couldn't distinguish which one was me and which one was Bai Rufei.
"What are you implying? Is Ye Eric using me as a replacement?" I blurted out these words before Carson Boyer could respond.
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