"Are you alright, Yan Xin?"
When An Xiunian returned to the dining table, she kept her head down as much as possible, avoiding looking at that "Lin Rui."
Their appearances, heights, voices, temperaments—completely different.
Yet, whether it was Yan Shixiong or the maids around, all of them naturally acted as if this "Lin Rui" was the original mistress!
Could it be that everyone in this house knew about this?
But could Lin Rui's social circle really be fooled? With different heights and voices, would they simply believe she had gone to Korea for plastic surgery?
Impossible!
So, did this mean that all the people in her social circle knew as well?
This couldn't be some sort of cult, could it?
Originally elated by the bank balance she discovered in the morning, An Xiunian's mood had now completely changed.
