Who are you?
This question instantly made Meng Jingyi's body even stiffer than Xiao Heng's immobile one. Her pupils unconsciously dilated, fists clenched tightly, the forced smile was quite unpleasant, "I am Meng Da's youngest daughter, Meng Jinheng. Master Wen, don't you know?"
Meng Jingyi held onto a sliver of luck in her heart, but Wen Jiaren shook her head, "No, you are not Meng Jinheng, who are you?"
No, you are not Meng Jinheng, who are you?
You are not Meng Jinheng, who are you?
Who are you?
Meng Jingyi's brows knitted tighter. She really had seen through her secret.
Who am I? I am the reborn Meng Jingyi, but this is a secret that cannot be shared.
At this moment, Xiao Heng's eyes were filled with more than just warning, they were sharp and cold like a bloodthirsty sinister blade.
Meng Jingyi was Xiao Heng's reverse scale, and now Wen Jiaren had pierced through this reverse scale, making it precarious, which touched Xiao Heng's bottom line.
