The woman was startled, nearly dropping the paper-wrapped package into the pot. Qin Fen snatched the package, clenching it in his palm.
"What's this? Who are you to be covering your face in broad daylight?" Qin Fen said as he stretched out his hand and yanked down the thick scarf that was covering her face.
Seeing the other person, Qin Fen was somewhat taken aback, "You are... Song Yueqin?"
"Qin Fen!" Song Yueqin recognized Qin Fen at a glance as well.
Yes, he had seen Qin Fen's picture in a frame on the wall when he once visited the Qin Family. From afar, he was hesitant to identify the person.
After getting closer, she dared to be sure of it.
Now, this was bad! She had come to cause trouble, but she had been caught red-handed by Qin Jian's brother, Qin Fen. She was in for it now.
At this moment, Qin Fen's gaze was entirely captivated by Song Yueqin, "You still remember me? You really do remember me!"
"What?" Song Yueqin frowned.