"Mr. Gong, why have you asked Yaoyao to come?"
For Song Yulan, there was no doubt she hated none more than Song Yuzhi, but by association, she also despised this man.
Though many years have past, she still vividly remembered how he caused her pain that night.
At that time, she had a man she loved, and both her body and soul were suffering and tormented.
Mr. Gong didn't miss the flash of hatred in Song Yulan's eyes, he frowned slightly, "Ms. Song, I only learned the truth four years ago as well. Back then, I thought you were Huo Shuyin."
That night he was hosting foreign dignitaries and drank quite a lot. He vaguely remembered encountering a woman after being helped into his room.
When he awoke in the morning, Huo Shuyin was nestled in his arms.
He naturally assumed that the woman from the night before was her.
Song Yulan wasn't there to rake up the past with Mr. Gong. Those unbearable memories, she truly didn't wish to revisit.
