When they heard the name "Ning Xi", everyone present had different reactions of their own.
Su Yan, who had not said anything throughout, frowned. "Can you be sure that it's the same bike?"
The little maid cowered and shook her head. "Because the bike was too fast, I didn't get to have a proper look, so I can't be sure. I'm just saying that I've seen something similar near Ms. Ning Xi's place..."
Before the few of them could come up with a conclusion, Zhuang Lingyu, who was on the bed, turned blank for a few minutes. Suddenly, she was extremely emotional as she sat up. "Ning Xi! It's her... It's that damned brat... It must be her... Apart from her, who else would hate me this much? Hate the child in me this much..."
