122: Conquest_7

Zhang Xianxian sat beside her mother, squinting at Lin Wu on the stage.

Just wait.

The show is about to begin.

Wei Nan's gaze was tightly fixed on Lin Wu's face, and then turned to look at Zhang Xianxian, lowering her voice and said, "Xianxian, is, is this the little bastard?"

"Mhm." Zhang Xianxian nodded slightly.

Wei Nan frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion, "Why do I feel... she seems a little different from that night?"

The Lin Wu on the stage was beautiful and graceful, confident, and flashy, even more like a young lady than Zhang Xianxian, the legitimate lady herself!

It was a stark contrast to the pitiful little country girl from the other night.

No.

This definitely couldn't be Lin Wu.

But the face was still the same face, so what exactly was amiss?

At the thought, Wei Nan furrowed her brow tightly, and for some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

For some reason.