The man looked at Xia Jingjing and then at Ye Qingcheng.
He was sure that he had not mistaken her for someone else.
Besides, Ye Qingcheng did not deny that he had just called her Princess Qingcheng.
The man asked Xia Jingjing, "She's called Ye Qingcheng, right?"
Xia Jingjing nodded.
"That's right. The President's beloved daughter is this Princess Qingcheng."
When Xia Jingjing heard this, the hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists unconsciously and her palms were sweating.
Xia Jingjing had never expected that Ye Qingcheng was the daughter of the presidential palace!
She was the young lady of the presidential palace. How could she be friends with a slum dweller like Peach Willow?
Xia Jingjing looked at Ye Qingcheng, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she could not say a word.