He looked towards Yang Lulu in shock.
Yang Lulu's eyes and face showed a look of terror, yet she forced herself to stay calm: "Seventh Master, you must have made a mistake. I've been called Yang Lulu since I was young, always an orphan without parents. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You not knowing doesn't matter. What matters is that I know," Jian Shichu sneered coldly. "Your plastic surgery was quite successful, but you weren't ruthless enough with yourself! What use is it if your appearance has changed? Your voice is the same as before. I've heard your voice before, and from the moment you spoke, I knew who you were. What's the point of denying it? Isn't everything I said correct? Jing Dongwei!"
Yang Lulu... no, it should be Jing Dongwei, stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning, her face drained of color.
She believed her plastic surgery was extremely successful, that not even her parents could recognize her if they stood before her.
