"Who are you?" Huo Mian's voice trembled.
"Don't you feel that I'm familiar?"
"Don't play games with me. Who on earth are you?"
Huo Mian felt like she'd lose her mind soon.
The woman turned around slowly; she wore a golden mask in the shape of angel's wings; it was very stunning.
But her eyes…
Huo Mian felt they were very familiar.
"Tsk, tsk… Look at you… You look miserable like a tool of childbirth. This is your third baby, right?"
The woman stepped closer to Huo Mian and looked at her belly.
Subconsciously, Huo Mian covered her belly with her hands protectively.
"Don't you feel I look very familiar?" Leila reached out and touched Huo Mian's face.
Huo Mian took two steps back, not wanting the woman to touch her.
"In fact, Huo Mian, I knew about your existence many years ago… Yeah, I know you very well."
"Who on earth are you?"
