Song Lianhe shot up from her chair in alarm. "Let's go, let's go! We have to go now!"
"I'm afraid it's too late."
Xuan Mei made a snap decision and pushed her back down into the chair. "Remember, you're just a rich widow right now!"
With that, the figure vanished with a WHOOSH.
Song Lianhe: "..."
'I could just kill you and your entire family!'
Her face was covered in heavy makeup. She had deliberately made her eyes alluring and bewitching, changed the shape of her brows, and added a beauty mark under one eye. She was the very picture of a seductive siren.
'So many people in the world look alike. But if one's entire demeanor is different, a mere passing resemblance isn't enough to connect someone to their past self.'
With nowhere left to hide, Song Lianhe flicked her long sleeves and sat down grandly in the main hall, nonchalantly sipping her tea.
