That year, Qiao Dong's appearance was no longer so similar to Xiao Qiao's, and their temperaments were worlds apart, but their eyes were the same—beautiful and clear. She was a decisive killer as a special agent, yet possessed a pair of clear, pretty eyes.
"Qiao Dong, that's your real name."
"Shut up!" Xiao Qiao said in a low voice. She was unwilling to discuss past events, much less expose them in front of Wesley. She averted her gaze, "That's not me."
"If you were Qiao Xia's sister, then everything would make sense," Wesley said. He never understood why, out of nowhere, she was so concerned about Qiao Xia's matters, even going to great lengths to disrupt Mu Liang's wedding, and secretly caring about Qiao Xia all these years, yet she never contacted Qiao Xia. Wesley looked at her, "Even if you deny it, I can find out. As long as I show this photo to Qiao Xia, she'll recognize her own sister, and you... Back when you were at the training camp, this is how you looked in the photo."
