Chen Di had a face that looked harmless to both humans and animals, and when he smiled, he could drive the women of the Northern Border mad. But to Yan Lingzhen's eyes, there was only an unscrubbable greasiness about him.
"You remind me of someone, an old acquaintance," Chen Di said.
Yan Lingzhen sneered coldly.
All her life, she had been told she resembled only one person.
That was her sister, Yan Wanqing.
But now, she was no longer in a rush to reveal her identity. She was more eager to see the looks of panic and desperation on their faces when her sister appeared before them, begging for mercy on the ground!
The mere thought filled her with satisfaction!
"Especially these eyes," Chen Di couldn't help but reach out to touch.
"Smack!" Without any courtesy, Yan Lingzhen slapped his hand away.
Chen Di gasped in pain, waving his hand, which had already reddened.
