The layer of haze in Shao Xue’s eyesight is suffused with a strong hatred.

Song Yunxuan is quite familiar with that kind of look.

Because when she looks in the mirror, she often sees it in her own eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Shao had mistaken me, so he followed me to the magazine."

"That's it." Song Yunxuan smiles. "There are too many similar people in the world. He just mistook them for a moment. Did he embarrass you?"

"No, ...