He didn't need someone else to provide proof of his relationship with Lin Yueling.
His eyes widened as recognition hit him.
The hair. The unique features. The unmistakable family resemblance.
"Lu Yuyan?" He said her name like a question, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. "What are you doing here?"
His cousin. His uncle's only daughter. The sickly child he'd seen maybe twice at family gatherings, always pale and fragile, always hovering near death according to family gossip.
But the girl standing before him looked healthy, vibrant, and full of life. Like, everything in the past had been a pretense.
And she was glaring at him with open disdain while still holding her phone with photographic evidence.
Yuyan stepped forward, her posture perfect, her voice cold and imperious, a tone that was clearly a product of her father's influence.
