Yue Qingqing took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the door.
Lu Zhu, somewhat worried, stayed by her side.
Zhuang Rouhui watched as Yue Qingqing approached her, her smile resembling a mask.
It looked exceptionally brilliant, yet her eyes twinkled with nothing but cold calculation.
She used to look at Yue Qingqing with only disgust.
But now, upon seeing her again, her feelings had completely changed.
Although Zhuang Lan had said that day that he had not heard anything about Yue Qingqing being adopted, it left Zhuang Rouhui with some doubts, worried that she might be mistaken.
But during this time, Li Fuhong had called again, and when she answered, a woman's voice came from the other side.
Listened to the soft and gentle tone, she laughed lightly before speaking.
"Ms. Zhuang, hello. Although we haven't met, you should be able to guess who I am,"
