"Zhou Xiang, have you lost your mind?" Fu Xinwu looked at Zhou Xiang as if she were an idiot. They weren't actually familiar with each other, just part of the same social circle and had seen each other over the years. But they weren't exactly close, especially since Zhou Xiang was two years younger than her.
They just weren't the type to hang out together.
"I think you're the one with the mental problem," said Fu Xinwu without any courtesy. "What era do you think we're living in? Do we need to bow down and apologize to you?" She thought Zhou Xiang was seriously sick.
Probably forgot to take her meds before leaving the house.
"Who are you?" Zhou Xiang looked at Fu Xinwu with confusion, feeling that the person in front of her was familiar but not being able to recall who she was. However, she had grown up in Imperial City and was used to seeing familiar faces.
But not everyone had the privilege to claim a connection to her.
