Zhong Xueqing’s eyes were occupied by gloom, and her forehead throbbed.
The word ugly is no longer enough to describe her face.
She couldn’t see the upper half of Alana’s face blocked by the brim of her hat, but the corners of her lips were smiling, which shocked her.
Now, Zhong Xueqing has no doubt.
Alana must have known it.
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