Mo Wanrong had an expression of utter disbelief, as if she were seeing her cousin for the first time, and couldn't help but scrutinize her from head to toe.
"Xiao Yu, how did you become like this?"
"Become like what?" Ma Yu glanced at her beautiful, gentle cousin, her eyes filled with a hint of mockery.
"Cousin, you don't need to get involved in my business," she said flatly. "I have my own plans."
With that, she turned to leave.
Mo Wanrong stared at her retreating back with a complicated expression, at a loss for words for a long moment.
It wasn't until Feng Jiamin walked up and patted her on the shoulder that Mo Wanrong snapped out of it.
"What was that about?" Feng Jiamin asked, looking confusedly in the direction Ma Yu had gone. "I remember your cousin used to attend university in West City, right?"
"Mhm."
"When did she get back? Has she not been in contact with you at all?"
Mo Wanrong shook her head. "She's changed so much over the past year or so."
