La Zhuangzhuang's hand hanging by her side couldn't help but clench into a fist. This Fu Youran seemed to know almost everything about her, yet she knew nothing about her. This feeling was like being stripped naked and scrutinized thoroughly.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" La Zhuangzhuang glared at her with furrowed brows.
Fu Youran leaned in, giving her a sinister smile, "What do you think?"
La Zhuangzhuang was frightened by her demeanor and took a step back. She watched her with unsettled nerves. She naturally called Li Yeqi 'second brother.' Could it be that she indeed was Li Youran?
"Miss Fu, whether you're a human or a ghost, the Seventh Master today is not the same as he was ten years ago, and he still thinks of you. You should have seen tonight, Yan Luoxi slapped him in public, and he didn't lay a hand on her, which shows who the woman he dotes on is now."
