Who else could it be but Sang Zhi, with those delicate features and stylish dress?
She had been standing there, no one knew for how long, staring at Sang Yun with a fake, joyless smile.
As her old nightmare returned, Sang Yun felt breathless and lightheaded. She licked her dry, tight lips. Hadn’t Wang Jinlong promised he’d taken care of her? He’d even said he’d taught her a lesson she’d never forget. She had been certain that Sang Zhi was supposed to be at the Reform-Through-Labor Farm.
Chapter 67