Illegitimate Daughter

The woman in the vintage dress was much more mature and charming than the pale, doll-like girl next to her. She wore a simple, elegant, sequined dress with lace in every detail.

The color, if not worn well, would make one look old and vulgar.

But the woman was clearly well-suited to such a strong and distinctive color, and she handled the dress very well, with the charm of a mature woman.

Alice ignored her and slowly stared at the coffee in the cup in a daze.

She had not seen Song Yaoyao for a long time. Because the voodoo her body did not cause any trouble, she was doing well.

"Alice, I am your sister. I hope you can respect me," the woman said.

Alice smiled when she heard this. There was a darkness in her eyes and her smile seemed forced. Her skin was snow-white, and she had a baby face. She was supposed to be bright and lovely, but because of this terrible smile, she looked cold and gloomy.