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It was a face exactly like hers.
The same fair skin, the same slender jaw, the same firm and stubborn nose, the same eight teeth that showed when she smiled…
Yao Jian walked over, handed the bag of medicine to the woman, and leaned in from the car window to plant a kiss on her cheek.
The woman coquettishly pushed him away, and after letting go, he walked around to the driver's side.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Qiao En quickly made her way towards the Bentley.
However, as the car window rolled up, the Bentley swiftly drove off the parking terrace.
Standing still, Qiao En's heart pounded incessantly.
In this world, there were many who bore a resemblance to one another, but it was exceedingly rare for two people to look as if they had been cast from the same mold.
Qiao En suddenly remembered the day Mrs. Zhou was struck, she certainly hadn't been at the scene, yet the surveillance had captured her figure.
So, that person might have been the woman just now.
