Everyone present, including the director, was stunned, like chickens made of wood!

Heather... what is she doing...

Caught off guard, Qu Leqi was flipped over until she was dizzy; when she finally settled back down, her hair was a complete mess. She shouted at Heather’s retreating back, "Ah!!! Heather!! Stop right there!!"

Heather didn’t stop, but simply smiled.

See, she clearly knows her name.

People are just so despicable, not learning until they’re taught a lesson, as if they could really reach the heavens.

Back when Xiao Man was mingling in the entertainment industry at the height of her fame, Qu Leqi didn’t even know where she was hiding.

Approaching was a group of people, accompanied by the shrieks of women in the throes of springtime. Heather had planned to turn left, but then she suddenly felt something, paused, and looked up ahead.

There...

She sensed an air of familiarity.

Who is that?

The man walking in the middle was tall and imposing. Whether it was his build, aura, or the undeniable presence, he was almost identical to him.

The only difference was his face.

At that moment, Heather’s feet seemed rooted to the spot, her gaze unable to move away.

For two months, she would think of him**** no matter what she did, his figure would appear in her mind.

She missed him, but she had to avoid him.

He was surrounded by lots of people as he walked towards her, but her eyes focused solely on him.

Does he know she’s here?

The dazed Heather was pushed by an infatuated girl next to her and without time to react, she fell right in front of him, blocking their path.

As someone was about to help her up, Heather lifted her head, startling the man with a gasp, making him step back.

All the others turned towards her, equally startled.

There were two intersecting scars on Heather’s left cheek, almost covering half of her face, resembling two centipedes clinging to her skin, terrifying and ugly. Most people would be frightened at first sight, not wanting to make eye contact with her again.

She was used to it and didn’t care.

However, just then, the man stepped forward and without speaking, just extended his hand to her, signaling that he intended to help her up.

Heather met his gaze, but that gaze felt alien to her.

So unfamiliar, as if they were meeting for the first time.

Could it be... he’s not him?

"Do we know each other?" she asked.

"No, we don’t," he replied.

"Who are you?"

Everyone thought this woman was being completely ridiculous! Did she think that just because Mr. Nian offered his hand to help her, he was interested in her, flattering herself?

And she even dares to ask who he is! Whoever he is, it has nothing to do with her, right?

Unexpectedly, he actually answered: "Nian Shen."

Nian Shen...

Even though the name was different, when she heard the word "Nian", it was as if something had struck her heart, resonating with her.

And that voice, too.

Heather placed her hand in the palm of his, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Why... why is it so similar... even the feeling is the same.

She opened her mouth and uttered a few words: "I am Heather."

His face showed no emotion, "Mhm."

"You... you’re not Ah Nian?"

"No, I’m not."

Heather withdrew her hand, "Okay, got it. Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."