Chi Huan looked at her, her emotions complex.
Last night, she had only glanced at her hastily, and she might not have seen her clearly, so she didn't recognize her, after all, coming out of the swimming pool, soaked through, with hair plastered to her face, the lighting wasn't very bright either.
She was very gentle, especially her voice, it wasn't an exaggeration to say it was the softest she had ever heard.
From her manner of speech and behavior, including her dress and demeanor, it was apparent that she came from an immensely wealthy background, and had excellent upbringing, even carrying a certain indescribable artistic quality...
Among similarly wealthy women, whether their wealth was self-made, came from family background, or from men... Chi Huan could usually tell at a glance.
The woman before her undoubtedly belonged to the second category.
Did she like Mo Shiqian that much?
She would rather be the mistress and interfere with her own cousin's marriage...
