"Yun Ya, you... why...?"
"Stop pretending." Yun Ya snorted coldly.
The man struggled to hold himself up, finally collapsing to his knees with a thud, looking at Yun Ya with a heartache.
"That glass of water..., did you drug me?"
Yun Ya shifted her sitting posture, smiling: "You're not Brother Yan."
A tone of certainty.
Her gaze held a deep murderous intent.
"Yun Ya, what's wrong with you?" The man looked at her with pain and desperation, struggling to stand, but found his body weak and unable to get up.
"You're talking to me with Brother Yan's face, it makes me sick." A scalpel mysteriously appeared between Yun Ya's fingers, she stood up and walked over step by step.
Squatting in front of the man, she raised his chin with the tip of the knife, scrutinizing every angle.
"It's really similar... those eyebrows, that nose, how much effort did you put into the plastic surgery?" Yun Ya sneered, "Spending so much effort to trick me, I fear your purpose isn't so simple, is it?"
