After Rong Shengsheng left, Xu Yaoyao was silent for a long time before asking, "Xiao Rou, Tian Yu, didn't you find something very strange?"
"What strange thing?"
"Rong Wanwan seems to have become a different person. I can't find any sense of familiarity in her that I used to feel."
Xu Yaoyao had the closest relationship with Rong Wanwan. They were very intimate and talked about everything.
But today, Rong Wanwan's every move was abnormal...
"Yaoyao, could it be that you're overthinking? If she isn't Wanwan, could she be a ghost?"
"Yeah, yeah, maybe she's been busy with the wedding and is tired. Don't overthink it."
Since others said so, Xu Yaoyao had no choice but to think that she was overthinking.
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In the opulent room, there floated a faint scent of traditional cologne.
Rong Shengsheng sat tensely on the sofa, her fair fingers tightly clasping the palm of her hand.
