Hearing the words she had written coming from the crowd, Miao Zifu's face turned even paler than white.
"She's the same person in the photo!" Someone else picked up the photo and started to make a comparison.
Suddenly, a man's voice rang out, sounding apprehensive. "I think I've seen this person before in a nightclub!"
A tossed stone raises a thousand ripples. Miao Zifu desperately wanted to search for somewhere to hide. In fear and trepidation, she looked towards An Yexuan. He had remained cool and quiet since the beginning, but his lips were tightly pressed together. Miao Zifu knew that this expression signified that An Yexuan was in a horrible mood.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman yelled out, "She's taken a liking to a rich young master! No wonder!"
