A casual remark seemed to drop like a boulder on a calm surface, unleashing towering waves.
Zhou Hechen was frozen, his entire body stiffened on the spot, unable to grasp the meaning of what Zhou Heyuan had just said.
What did he mean… he mistook someone for Sheng Yunyi?
Sheng Yunyi never went to South City?
Zhou Hechen stood there like a soulless puppet, motionless.
Suddenly, Sheng Yunyi's mind exploded.
She turned incredulously to look at Zhou Heyuan, her expression barely concealing shock and panic, her limbs icy cold.
As a child, she indeed never visited South City, for Madam Sheng had always been strict with her, demanding she study Zither, Go, Calligraphy, and Painting, keeping her busy till late into the night, naturally leaving no time to travel to other cities.
Thus, years ago, when the Zhou Family brought Zhou Hechen to thank the Sheng family, she was filled with doubts.