Susan shook her head desperately. Her voice trembled as she began to speak, "No... I'm not an impostor, I'm not..."
"Mr. Ling, are you mistaken? Look carefully, this is Ms. Susan, the woman recorded in your notes!" Qiao Qianmo struggled desperately, trying to push Susan forward.
However, Susan grew increasingly guilty, retreating in rejection.
Ling Chen stepped forward, a cold smile on his face, "I see very clearly! How could the woman Ling Chen loves be someone who collaborates with evil and seeks pleasure?!
18 years ago, Xia Zhiyun merely took your name, went to country S in your place.
She hid her real name, and I always thought her name was Susan.
So the name Susan recorded in my notebook, from beginning to end, has always been Xia Zhiyun!
And the person I love has always been Xia Zhiyun! What relation do you, the impostor, have to it?!"
A few words made everything clear and explicit.
Every word was like a powerful slap.
