Ning Zitong's heart skipped a beat, and an image of the small red-heart birthmark on Mu Qianyuan's waist flashed through her mind.
"Yuan…"
Watching Yan Xinxin's figure as she stood up to leave, she couldn't help but call out.
Yan Xinxin seemed to hear and turned slightly. She saw Ning Zitong staring at her with a look full of heartbreak.
"Do I really look so much like Mu Qianyuan?"
She asked.
Ning Zitong jolted awake from her daze.
"You do look alike, but that's all—it's just resemblance! You'll never match my Yuan."
"Uh-huh, then I kindly ask you rich folks to stop bothering me, your substitute. I get annoyed too, you know."
Yan Xinxin smiled faintly as she turned and walked away.
Ning Zitong stood stunned again, lost in the trace of laughter Yan Xinxin had just left behind…
Di Jue Group.
The grand and magnificent silver diamond-shaped building towered so high that it seemed impossible to see its top.
The tallest building in An City—its reputation well-deserved.
