Song Yu thought of the two people just now, and remembered that his wife had been investigating Mrs. Yan some time ago.
As long as she didn't do anything outrageous, he wouldn't interfere.
Now, hearing the suppressed anger in Lu Xintong's tone, he was somewhat curious about how these two had offended her.
Song Yu glanced again at Qin Shuyi and her mother, who had already turned and left in the distance, and asked:
"Do you know them?"
Lu Xintong's footsteps paused, and she looked up at Song Yu. Suddenly, she let out a sneer, raised her hand to point at her own face, and said:
"Don't you think my face looks a lot like Mrs. Yan's?"
Song Yu, upon hearing Lu Xintong's question, suddenly realized that Mrs. Yan's face was indeed very similar to his own wife's.
If his own wife was a little older, she would look even more like Mrs. Yan.
Thinking about his wife's investigation of Mrs. Yan today, disbelief filled Song Yu's eyes.
"You and her..."
Lu Xintong nodded and said:
