"Impossible. I have no impression of this name at all." Mi Zhihong said with certainty. After he spoke, he turned his head to look at Mi Jing, and saw her looking thoughtful. Curiously, he asked, "Who is she?"
"The aunt of Ling Xing's sister's husband." Mi Jing said as she placed the sliced ginger into a plate, "The last time we met, she said I looked familiar, like she had seen me somewhere. So I thought she might be a friend of yours or Mom's, but it turns out neither of you know her."
"People can look similar, it's not unusual to mistake someone." Mi Zhihong said softly.
Haha, they really are a couple with such good chemistry. This was exactly what her mother said, even the tone was similar.
Mi Jing smiled silently, then picked up the knife and somewhat clumsily sliced the peppers, not noticing that Mi Zhihong beside her had zoned out, looking deeply troubled.
