"These are all things a healer should do," Fang Yu said after finishing his drink.
At this moment.
Ye Wenjun raised her glass and approached Hong Zhaoyue, saying, "Princess Zhaoyue and I look remarkably alike. This is fate... and destiny. Let's drink together as sisters."
Watching their strange toast, even Fang Yu felt a bit embarrassed.
"Thank you, sister," Hong Zhaoyue returned the gesture.
Truly a well-bred lady, knowledgeable and courteous.
Every move, absolutely perfect, without any flaws.
Hong He once again set his gaze on Ye Wenjun, scrutinized for a moment, and said, "I really didn't expect there to be someone in this world who resembles my daughter like this. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I might have thought Miss Ye was also my daughter."
Ye Wenjun smiled and said, "If City Lord Hong doesn't mind, you might as well consider me as a daughter..."
