Lin Liuliu couldn't help but recall the photo Zhuo Zhengxiu had been staring at, and her brow furrowed.
But then, she felt it was unlikely. Is she really Sister Qin's younger sister?
"Qin Zi? You're Qin Zi? Sister Qin's younger sister?"
Qin Zi heard Lin Liuliu unexpectedly know her name, and she couldn't help but touch her own face.
This face is already so different from Qin Zi's past appearance. Could he really have recognized her?
Does she hold a place in Zhuo Zhengxiu's heart?
At this thought, Qin Zi sneered. Such a cold-hearted man like Zhuo Zhengxiu, who doesn't even want his own child, how could he possibly have a place for her in his heart?
Qin Zi put on a gloomy face, gave a signal, and tied Lin Liuliu's hands up like drying salted fish.
Having lived as a pampered socialite in the Zhuo Family for so many years, Lin Liuliu was unaccustomed to such torment.
Her hands quickly bore blood marks from the restraints.
