Pei Jiao suddenly shouted, "Mom!"
Han Qianye looked away from the audience in front of her. "What?"
Pei Jiao asked, "Who do you think this female guest number nine looks like?"
Han Qianye looked at Pei Jiao's wooden fish head. "Who do you think she looks like?"
Pei Jiao had a strange expression. "Doesn't she look like Peripheral Li?"
"Peripheral Li?" Han Qianye was stunned.
Pei Jiao reminded her, "Didn't you say that the proxy is the peripheral?"
Han Qianye was speechless. "…"
Pei Jiao carefully stared at Li Xiwu, who was sitting at seat number nine on the stage. The more she looked at her, the more confused she became. "This number nine female guest really looks like Peripheral Li. But what's her name in front of the light sign… Qiao Qiao? Oh, that should just be a resemblance. Peripheral Li doesn't usually dress like this."
Han Qianye snorted. "You're quite observant."
