Looking at the person in front of her, Xu Qianli was immensely stunned.
Stunned indeed, but beyond the astonishment, she was somewhat perplexed.
She thought Xiao Wu had wanted her to meet someone else, but, unexpectedly, it was her—wasn't this Xiao Mei?
Ah, no, something was amiss.
Although she hadn't interacted with Xiao Mei much, Xu Qianli considered herself somewhat familiar with her; the temperament differed completely from the woman in front of her.
Xiao Wu and Xiao Mei, always hidden and on the run, living amidst constant crises, perpetually dodging Qi Tianlin's assassination attempts, were cautious, restrained in disposition, alert, and sensitive to everything.
The woman now, though she had the same face and was equally stunning, bore a completely different air—proud like a lofty peacock, exuding nobility from head to toe, coolly confident and composed, manifesting a distinct kind of aura.
This wasn't Xiao Mei—this woman was someone else.
