"Shut up." Liang Wenwan said coldly.
"Actually, you look a lot like her, your nose and mouth resemble hers, especially those eyes... like a fox spirit, always seducing men, no wonder you could make that promiscuous Young Master Ruan turn over a new leaf...."
Liang Wenwan covered her face; she should have realized it earlier. At this moment, she deeply hated herself—why did she have even a shred of expectation for this woman? Ultimately, it was this small hope that pushed her completely into the abyss.
"Do you want to see her?" Huang Wenqing's gentle voice carried a hint of temptation.
Liang Wenwan stared at her, dazed.
Huang Wenqing walked over to the dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, took out a box, opened it, and pulled out a photograph, handing it to Liang Wenwan.
Liang Wenwan looked at it, stunned. With just a glance, she felt as if she were struck by lightning, covering her mouth, her eyes filled with pain and shock.
Tears streamed down.
