Yan Su struggled to look at the end of the bed and saw a short-haired woman sitting on the couch that was placed against the wall. She was wearing a long, striped dress; her lips were red, and her face was delicate. She looked pretty at first glance, but with a closer look, one could see that she had plastic surgery.
She had the same accent as Mo Liuxi when he came back to the country.
Standing beside the woman, were four men in black suits, including the one who asked Yan Su for directions.
"You're not Chinese." Yan Su was alert.
"You're smart." The woman slowly stood up, walked to the bed, and looked at her carefully. "You're pretty and young."
Jealousy could be detected in her eyes.
Yan Su's face looked perfectly natural, full of collagen, not like hers. The aging marks on her face could only be covered by the most expensive skincare products and the most advanced techniques.
Yan Su was frightened.
