"I'm not trying to hit on you!"
Xiang Mantang, who was not good with words, couldn't help feeling anxious when he heard the girl's sarcastic remark. He hurriedly said, "You really look a lot like my sister. I'm not joking. Can you tell me your name? Let's go to the hospital to get tested. Don't worry, I won't make you come for nothing. Whether it turns out you are or aren't, I will give you one million yuan."
The girl looked at Xiang Mantang's excited expression and listened to his promise, seeming to believe he wasn't just kidding. The smile on her face then faded.
Afterward, she took a careful look at Xiang Mantang and said in a low voice, "My name is Chen Qianqian. I have my own family, and my last name is not Xiang. You must have mistaken me for someone else. As for the one million yuan, I'm not interested in such a small amount of money, so forget about it!"
