Sang Qianqian turned around and looked at the layout of the room, slightly surprised.
There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Whether it was the furniture, decorations, or color tones, it was a little similar to her room in the Sang family's villa.
Compared to Shen Hanyu's room next door, this room was much warmer and had a hint of comfort to it.
Sang Qianqian hesitated for a moment, but she still walked to the wardrobe and opened it. Suddenly, she was stunned.
It was indeed as Rong Yan had said. The closet was full of women's clothes. But these were all the clothes she had worn before.
Back then, she had faked her death. In order to avoid suspicion, she hadn't taken any of the clothes she had worn.
What she didn't know was that after Shen Hanyu bought the old house, he had moved some of the clothes into this room.
Sang Qianqian's gaze swept past the dresses as she looked at each one carefully.
