Gu Xiaoer muttered to herself a couple of times, then spoke crisply.
"No, the first time I met Grandma wasn't that day, because something happened around those days, I remember very clearly! As for the twenty-sixth... Da Luoluo, don't you remember? We were at home resting, didn't go out all day!"
Han Luoli suddenly realized, "Oh, right, probably the one Grandma saw wasn't you! Father, what do you think?"
Coldly swept by Han Luoli's gaze, Han Zaijing immediately felt guilty and turned hostile on the spot.
"Why are you asking me? I didn't see it, it's what your grandma said!"
Old Mrs. Han completely understood too; the two girls' backs were similar, but recalling the voice, it was indeed different. One was sweet, one was sharp—easy to distinguish.
Clearly, the gold-digging girl she saw the first time was definitely not Gu Xiaoer.
