What should I do?
Say we know each other?
If I admit knowing Mrs. Lu, she'll definitely make a fuss.
"I don't know her," Wen Mingzhu declared decisively, her gaze piercing Manman.
Manman didn't want to acknowledge their acquaintance, and besides, her recognition of godmother had nothing to do with herself.
But it was Jiang Yan, the young master, whose fierce eyes flashed over Wen Mingzhu's evasive face with a cold snort. He pushed open the car door and politely said to Mrs. Lu, "Auntie, since you're home now, we need to leave first."
Hearing Wen Mingzhu's assertion of not knowing her, something felt strangely amiss to Mrs. Lu, who instinctively grasped Manman's hand as she was about to leave.
