"Ah!"
Before Wen Mian could utter a word, the server let out a cry of alarm.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to."
Wen Mian furrowed her brow, her previously good mood shattered by the server's behavior.
The woman glanced up at the other party, and with just a side view, she felt the person before her seemed extremely familiar.
It was as if she had seen them somewhere before.
Yet her hazy memory searched diligently for all information related to this person.
"I'm really sorry, miss, there are clothes in the changing room next door, why don't you go change?"
"You..."
Wen Mian took a deep breath, her shock tinged with disbelief.
She hadn't expected to encounter an acquaintance here.
It was an employee who had worked in her parents' factory years ago, someone who likely knew a bit about what had happened back then.
But hampered by funds and power, she still dared not speak.
Thus, the truth was buried, until this day.
