That was the first time Zheng Qing saw Bo Yujiang, and she was deeply shocked.
They were so alike, but it was an artificial imitation, full of pretentious traces, which was really an eyesore.
If it weren't for fear of ruining things, Zheng Qing would really like to splash the coffee on her face to give her a good wash.
Zheng Qing glanced at Ming Jing: "Tell me, who is she really?"
Ming Jing picked up the chopsticks with her fair hand, the silver texture making her hands even more jade-like.
She lifted the lid of the tripod incense burner, stirred it lightly, and the sandalwood aroma became more distant and peaceful, making people feel like they were falling into a dream and drowsy.
"You've met Night Hawk, right?"
Zheng Qing's wandering thoughts were immediately pulled back, her heart jumped, and she immediately straightened up.
"What did he say to you?"
Without thinking, Zheng Qing blurted out: "A list."
By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late.
