Wen Huihui was so frightened that her legs turned to jelly and she almost lost her balance. She did not even dare to breathe.
Was the dream over?
Was it that short?
She had yet to get anything. She had yet to defeat song ran. If she was found out, what was she going to do?
It was impossible. It shouldn't be like this.
She raised her head and looked at Mrs. Fu in fear. "Yingluo, what's wrong?"
A cold glint flashed in Mrs. Fu's eyes, and she clutched her jaw."Who gave you the guts? Who gave you the guts to pretend to be my daughter?"
Wen Huihui's legs gave way and she fell to the ground. She was scared, too scared.
She trembled and said,"I did not impersonate Yingluo."