Jiang Yixiu stayed in the car watching her slowly approach him. She was dressed simply, with a clean and unadorned face, without any makeup. She smiled as she walked, exuding happiness all over. If not for the fact that her face was exactly like Mu Qingxin's, he would have thought this woman wasn't her at all.
Because the difference in temperament was just too great.
Seeing her walk up to the car, Jiang Yixiu immediately got out, eager to verify whether what Zhou Yijie said was true—had she really lost her memory?
He stood there, smiling as he greeted her, his heart anxious, "H-hello."
Zhang Jingshu had never seen such an ugly man before. Upon closer inspection, she suddenly realized this was the person who had recently appeared on television. Her eyes widened abruptly; he was indeed terribly ugly—even uglier than on TV.
"...Y-you stay away." Zhang Jingshu was so scared she kept retreating, "If you come any closer, I'll call the police."
