"How would I know? I'm not Lady Dongfang."
Zhan Zhengtong was filled with unease the whole way; she had thought about calling the police or jumping out of the car.
As for calling the police, she couldn't even press a button before her phone was snatched away.
Jumping out? She didn't have that kind of courage.
In the end, she could only be led, trembling with fear, to a villa in the suburbs.
"You've never been here before, have you?" Lady Dongfang sat on the sofa, playing with her fingers.
Her nails were a bit long, her fingertips thin and delicate, well-maintained, completely unlike those of someone who works.
Her nails were painted, adorned with beautiful crystal stones, appearing very exquisite.
Zhan Zhengtong stood in the lobby, somewhat trembling. Although she and Lady Dongfang were once best friends, she clearly didn't know her well; otherwise, the woman wouldn't have stolen her husband and swapped her son.
