If she wasn't mistaken, that was... Ming Ge?
There was no denying it, even if she detested Ming Ge to the core, that beautiful face as enchanting as a fairy's, and the seductive, graceful figure that reminded of classical beauties from old Republican-era oil paintings, all of it was the envy of most girls and the source of her deep-seated jealousy.
Even if wrapped in a sack and thrown into a crowd, she was the kind of woman whose beauty couldn't help but stand out—the chances of her being mistaken for someone else were incredibly slim.
Therefore, the girl who walked into the hotel with a strange man, with a manner that made it clear to any discerning onlooker that their relationship was anything but simple or casual, was indeed Ming Ge.
And that man...
