"I've found someone, a friend from Korea," Chen An settled on the couch beside the bed, one leg propped up, "The technology is absolutely reliable, guaranteed to create a Tong Ran for you in no time. You won't doubt it's real or fake."
"Are you sure?" Mo Nanjue propped his head with one hand, and at hearing the words, he jiggled his leg, "As long as the appearance is similar, it's OK. They already know she's gone mad, so they won't bother investigating her behavior anymore. Just seeing her face will do."
"Don't worry, I've also found a girl for you. She's a bit shorter than the one you found last time. Han Qingqing is about one meter sixty-eight, and the one I found is one meter sixty-seven."
