She seemed to have vanished into thin air; no matter how he searched, he couldn't find her.
"Jinglei."
Inside the house, the door to the second bedroom was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in.
"Is Xiaoyi asleep?"
Looking at the newcomer and then at her son already asleep on the bed, Feng Jinglei spoke softly, "Yes."
Then Mo Xiaoqi, Feng Jinglei's good friend, sat down by the edge of the bed.
"Just now, Qin Feimo called me, asking if you were here."
"Did you tell him?"
"No." Xiaoqi spoke, although she was indeed worried about her.
"Jinglei, are you sure you don't want to ask clearly? After all, Ma Qianqian is already dead, what you saw at the hotel last night might just have been a client of your husband."
Feng Jinglei lowered her eyes, "Not a client."
Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, "Could it really be a ghost?"
"It's Qianqian's twin sister. I heard... she returned to the country some time ago."
Mo Xiaoqi paused, "Twin sister?"
"Yes."
