This was the first time Chen Zhaodi had ever seen such refined people. She couldn't recognize designer brands, but the wealthy seemed to radiate light from head to toe.
She quietly hid her hands behind her back. They were chapped and cracked, with yellow grime caked beneath her fingernails that wouldn't wash out.
"My dear, I just saw this girl downstairs. The resemblance is just uncanny!"
"Yes, yes, my good girl…"
Xu Haitang's hands trembled. The child who had disappeared seventeen years ago had now appeared so suddenly.
And what was even more incredible was that people in the bullet comments were now recognizing Xu Haitang and her husband.
[Whoa, isn't that my advisor?]
[The commenter above, are you from Nanda University too?]
[Wha—? What's going on?]
[I think that really is Professor Xu!]
A group of genuine academic aces emerged in the comments, quickly clarifying Xu Haitang's identity.
