Tang Meng was strutting along the lakeside, balancing on the railings and sashaying with her hands spread out and waist pushed forward.
Lu Mengyao saw her and said irritably, "Fake Tang Meng, aren't you afraid of falling into the lake and becoming fish food?"
Tang Meng was in a good mood, but Lu Mengyao's words dampened her spirits. She jumped down from the railing, took off her glasses, and confronted Lu Mengyao, "Do you really think I'm a fake?"
Lu Mengyao scrutinized Tang Meng's face, furrowing her brows slightly; she had never seen anyone who looked so similar.
Seeing Lu Mengyao at a loss, Tang Meng felt a bit smug, "So, you still think I'm fake?"
"If you're not fake, then you must be the real thing, huh." Lu Mengyao was unapologetic, stretching out both hands and pinching Tang Meng's pretty cheeks, "Oh, it feels real, doesn't seem like plastic surgery at all."
