In the afternoon, Li Qing returned to the Capital.
Mocheng is not far from the Capital; by car, it only takes a little over two hours.
Upon arriving in the Capital, Li Qing went to find her mother.
Zhang Xingmei, who was in her forties, looked rather dignified and graceful.
In the Capital, the Zhang Family wasn't really considered among the top echelons.
However, due to their close relations with the Qiao Family, riding on their coattails allowed them to just barely step into the pyramid's pinnacle.
Having explained the situation, Zhang Xingmei, being older, wasn't as shocked. "How similar are they? Besides, there are plenty of lookalikes in the world, what's so alarming about that?"
Li Qing said, "If it weren't for Uncle Qiao's desk having such a photo, I wouldn't have made such a fuss."
"What are you planning to do? Qiao Muye is not easy to fool," Zhang Xingmei gave her a sharp look. "I'm telling you, don't stir up trouble!"
