"Even if he's open-minded, you're not," Ding Lan slapped her thigh and said, "You're not the type of woman who sleeps around. You've been with Lu Hechen, and now with Mu Linyun. No, that's definitely not right."
Shen Weilan was startled inwardly and couldn't help but admire her friend's analytical skills.
As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Mu Linyun, who was outside in the courtyard.
He was currently holding a wine glass, standing with Song Di, and they both looked inside.
Directly in their line of sight.
After watching for a while, Ding Lan suddenly said, "Weilan, don't you think Mu Linyun's silhouette looks a lot like Lu Hechen's? Their heights are very similar, aren't they?"
"You know what Lu Hechen's silhouette looks like?" Weilan asked in astonishment.
"There are photos in magazines, from all angles. I used to look at them often, just stumbled upon them," Ding Lan said, her eyes suddenly widening, "Could it be—"
