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"No, you're not Afeng."
The girl before him bore a resemblance to Nan Zhifeng, about sixty to seventy percent similar, but he was certain, she was not her.
Yet, they looked so much alike, too much alike...
"You see, I told you you would like her," Di Songbai said with a smile, "This face really is, so much like Zhifeng's, and the key point is she's obedient. Whatever you want her to do, she does, such a good girl."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, "Come over, pour a drink for the young master Di."
"Yes." The girl obediently walked over, bent down to pour Di Lingzhi a glass of wine, extending both hands to offer it to him, "Young master Di!"
She smiled sweetly, with a gentle gaze towards Di Lingzhi.
Di Lingzhi stared at her blankly, and in a daze, it was as if the girl before him was Nan Zhifeng, who had suddenly become tender and considerate, passionate and proactive...
"Young master Di..."
The girl called out in a soft voice again.
