Mr. CEO, We’re Strangers

“Female, between 23 and 25, fashion model...”

“Honey, let me explain...”

Forensic doctor Lin Zhi looks up, then back down, and takes a photo from a drawer in some CEO's office. “Hmm, she's pretty. Prettier than the college student last time.”

Cold sweat breaks out all over Zhan Qianyi. He grabs his wife's hand, a tender, moved smile in his eyes. “So, what conclusion has the forensic doctor reached?”

Lin Zhi looks him up and down. “Mr. Zhan, we don't know each other.”