This woman's aura was very strong. She was the kind of person one could tell at a glance that she was not ordinary.
Wei Shuyi stared at the woman's face and found it familiar.
Namu walked into the house and stood in front of Wei Shuyi, looking at him arrogantly. Namu's gaze was quite calm. When she saw Wei Shuyi looking over, she even smiled at him politely and said, "We meet again."
In an instant, the poppy flowers bloomed. They were charming but dangerous.
Wei Shuyi didn't understand at first, but he was stunned by the smile on Numu's beautiful face.
That was because Namu's Chinese was not especially pure.
However, it was this strange accent that reminded Wei Shuyi of her. "It's you?" He knew Namu. Wei Shuyi remembered that the last time he came back from America, he had saved a lady who had suddenly fainted by the roadside. It was this person.
Namu seemed relieved. She sighed. "It seems Mr. Wei still remembers me. My pleasure."