Qiao Lu received a call from Feng Zhihe, who couldn't stop praising her. She also wanted to meet this girl.
Listening to the girl's tone, she was afraid of troubling others.
"An An, in that case, I won't force you, but your calling me 'aunt' sounded quite pleasing to the ear."
After hanging up the phone, An An touched her own face.
Oh my, was she crazy just now? How could she just blurt out and call her 'aunt'?
Zhuo Anan, where has your IQ gone?
An An took several deep breaths, feeling embarrassed even before meeting the person.
She paid the bill, walked out of the restaurant, and was about to return to her room when she was accidentally bumped into.
"Sorry..."
An An looked up to see a beautiful foreign woman with blue eyes and long, wavy brown hair. She smiled apologetically at her.
"It's okay."
For some reason, looking at the woman in front of her, An An felt an inexplicable sense of danger.
She found it strange. She was sure she had never met this woman before.
