"Yeah, who is she?" Qin Lan was dumbfounded.
"She looks a bit like Tian Sangsang…"
"But Tian Sangsang couldn't be this fair, could she? Made of milk?" Uncertain tone.
"But there's no such stunning beauty living in our hallway."
"But isn't that Tian Sangsang's son?"
"So it really is Tian Sangsang?"
"Wow, she… how did she… how did she transform…"
"..."
