Looking at this woman who was exactly the same as in the photo, Chi He had no idea how to describe what he was feeling.
By calculation, Madam should also be around fifty now.
So this woman in front of him, who looked only in her thirties, was she Madam herself? Or her daughter?
A lot of people said the Seventh Young Master looked like the Old Master, only because they'd never seen what Madam looked like.
And the woman standing in front of him now looked more like the Seventh Young Master's older sister.
Chi He didn't know what was going on with the Seventh Young Master, but he himself was completely stunned.
But without Gu Beicheng's order, the short knife in his hand still pressed against the middle‑aged man's neck.
"Let him go." The woman swept a glance at Chi He and sat down on the single sofa.
Chi He jolted back to himself and turned his head to look at Gu Beicheng on the other side.
