Shen Shuyun observed Yan Wanqing's expression carefully.
She saw that her expression was indifferent, showing no excessive reaction to her own words.
This made Shen Shuyun feel bored.
"With anyone else, this matter might indeed seem strange, but when linked to Song Huaxu, it's no longer surprising," Yan Wanqing said slowly, looking up at Shen Shuyun's face, which was almost identical to Song Ning's. She reached out to touch her own cheek, her voice growing firm, "I've met her; you really do look exactly alike."
Shen Shuyun felt goosebumps all over her body and took two steps back.
"I am me, Miss. Please don't say I look like someone else again." She was a bit unreconciled, "Besides, she should have died over twenty years ago. Who knows what kind of thing came back to life inside that shell, maybe some lonely ghost or wandering spirit."
"There's indeed that possibility," Yan Wanqing thought about it and actually agreed with Shen Shuyun's statement.
