"Who are you?"
That day, a girl showed up at Jiang Jingming's doorstep.
The girl looked at Sang Yu, surprised: "Who are you?"
Sang Yu didn't answer, instead she looked at the girl: "I should be the one asking you that."
The girl's clothing and appearance didn't seem ordinary, her family background seemed good, but the feeling she gave wasn't great.
Wei Qing frowned and said, "Isn't this Brother Jiang's home?"
"Who is this Brother Jiang you're talking about?" Sang Yu asked in return.
"Jiang Jingming," Wei Qing replied.
"Oh, yes, this is Jiang Jingming's home." Sang Yu nodded.
"Then who are you? How come you're at Brother Jiang's place?" Wei Qing looked at Sang Yu with displeasure.
Sang Yu looked at Wei Qing and said slowly, "If I can be here, who do you think I am?"
A guess flashed through Wei Qing's mind, but she didn't believe it.
"Where is Brother Jiang, I want to see Brother Jiang," Wei Qing said.
