Song Weiyi thought she must be seeing things wrong. Who could that woman be, arriving with Sheng Zhenguo in tow, clad in a shimmering silver cocktail dress, if not Fu Qishan?
It had been such a long time since she had last seen them that Song Weiyi had nearly forgotten their figures entirely, but today's encounter was unexpectedly abrupt.
And Fu Qishan, held in Sheng Zhenguo's arms, spotted Song Weiyi immediately.
Her gaze grew heavy as she stared directly in Song Weiyi's direction.
"Long time no see, Song Weiyi. Who would have thought we'd have such ill-fated ties?"
"Why aren't you walking? What are you standing there for?" Sheng Zhenguo didn't notice the commotion here and was dissatisfied with Fu Qishan's sudden halt.
Fu Qishan suppressed the turmoil and anger in her heart and then gave a delicate smile, pointing in the direction of Song Weiyi, "Master, who would have thought we'd run into my sister here?"
