Juice Squeeze Princess's brows were tightly furrowed. She felt the name "Wang Dayong" echoing in her mind, as if there was a strange familiarity, but she just couldn't recall specific memories.
She twirled the sleeve in her hand, pondering to herself where she had heard that name before.
"Wang Dayong, Wang Dayong..." she murmured, trying to dig out a clue from the depths of her memory.
Beside her, Young Master Qi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. All he wanted now was to escape this place of trouble, never expecting that at this critical moment, the crafty woman seemed to have dropped the ball.
Juice Squeeze Princess's fingers unconsciously tapped on her forehead, her eyes sweeping back and forth between Jiang Xiao and Bai Yi, as if looking for answers on them.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had touched the edge of a memory.
