C88 Is an Insult

Lan Yuya's complexion turned ashen. She felt as if someone had ruthlessly slapped her in the face a few times. The hand that was originally placed on her lower abdomen drooped down, and the words of the old man opposite her were undoubtedly more like a sharp blade that pierced straight into her heart.

"Miss Lan, it's just as you said. You met Mingyang first, so five years ago