The three of them entered the pavilion together, and Han Chunli, with a sharp gaze, said, "Speak up, who are you, and what do you want with me?"
Qiu Zicheng looked at her, "Your birthday is on the twelfth of the lunar month, correct?"
Han Chunli was annoyed, "What's your problem? If you have something to say, just say it. Why ask about my birth date?"
After she spoke, she realized something was off, "How do you know my birthday?"
Ji Linfeng was also puzzled, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart, "Who exactly are you?"
Qiu Zicheng turned to Ji Linfeng, "That's a good question. Who am I indeed?"
Han Chunli, impatiently, "I'm asking you, why are you mimicking my husband?"
In truth, as she asked this, she felt inexplicably nervous. She didn't know this person, but since he sought her out, and she had a guilty conscience from past mishaps, she was afraid that past events might be uncovered, making her feel somewhat uneasy.
