The clown wearing a mask smiled.
It was a sardonic smile aimed at Huo Mian.
Seeing this smile, Huo Mian lost it and roared, "Huo Siqian, I know you're back. Stop pretending."
"Who's… Huo Siqian?"
It was a hoarse voice; Huo Mian found it was unfamiliar.
She was astonished. Did she get it wrong? But remembering the blood-stained wedding gown, she knew Huo Siqian was on the yacht.
With a slight frown, she strode to the side of the clown and pulled off his mask. Seeing his face, Huo Mian froze.
He wasn't Huo Siqian but a young man of about 20 years old.
But when he had the mask on, she had been confident that he was…
For a moment, Huo Mian was confused.
"You got the wrong person, madam…"
"I'm sorry," Huo Mian said it in a low voice and left immediately.
Watching Huo Mian hurry out of the room, the clown revealed a smug smile.
