Back at the rented house, Xiaoli sat on the bed in a daze, her hand unconsciously stroking the silver chain around her neck.
Returning to the Lu family was something she had planned for a long time, but she didn't expect Yan Ruoxi to so easily believe she was Xi'er. Now she had another matter to attend to— the issue of the birthmark.
She didn't notice what kind of birthmark it was, and besides, she didn't have any natural birthmarks. How was she supposed to give herself that so-called birthmark?
"How am I going to fool them?"
Xiaoli muttered to herself, recalling Lu Shaoyuan's words. If she had both the silver chain and the birthmark, she was surely Lu Yunxi.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her— she remembered a trick she had learned from a TV drama.
