Pang Zhong's laughter was rich and melodious, a stark contrast to the tension that permeated the air. "Ah, Miss Feng, you misunderstand my intentions," he said, his emerald eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "You see, you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone I once knew – someone who was very dear to me."
Feng Ruoxi's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, her mind racing with possibilities. Was this connection to her past life as Bai Yunshu, or something tied to her current existence as Feng Ruoxi? She maintained her composure, her voice cool and measured as she replied, "I'm afraid I don't see the relevance of such a coincidence, Mr. Pang."
Jiang Yukang, who had been watching the exchange with growing unease, interjected with a barely concealed edge to his voice. "Indeed, I fail to see why my wife's appearance should be of such... personal interest to you, Pang Zhong."