Song Ya saw who she was looking at and asked coldly, "Do you know that person just now?"
Li Mo shook her head: "I don't know him."
Song Ya looked at her up and down in disbelief, and saw that Li Mo's face was pale and her eyes were indeed confused, and she didn't seem to know her.
She asked Song Ling again: "Sister, who was that girl just now?"
Song Ling only heard Xie Yun calling the other person "Nian Nian", but there are many people in Independence Island whose names contain the word "Nian", not to mention that the other person has an oriental face.
She thought for a long time but couldn't find anyone who matched her name among the people she knew, so she just said, "That person may not be from the Independent Continent. I haven't seen her."
This sentence gave Li Mo, who was standing by, a sudden inspiration.
Oriental.
Very young girl.
And her name is Nian Nian.
Li Mo suddenly thought of a name—Qiao Nian!
She had seen Qiao Nian in Beijing, but only once in the dim corridor of the club that day. She didn't see him clearly that time, and he was wearing a baseball cap that covered part of his face.
Today is different.
The girl was not wearing a hat today, and she stood in front of her with her overly eye-catching face. She was immediately attracted by Qiao Nian's eyes and her mind was unable to react.
It was not until this moment that Li Mo felt like she was struck by lightning.
The reason why she felt a sense of familiarity when she saw Qiao Nian for the first time was because she had studied photos of girls after returning home.
There are almost no photos of Qiao Nian on the Internet.
She spent a long time searching on a light-chasing forum and finally found an old photo of Qiao Nian that was taken secretly when she was in high school. The girl was younger at the time, and her temperament was more indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything. Now it's a little better, at least it seems that she can fit in with the people around her.
Li Mo thought about who the other person was and became uneasy.
Qiao Nian... She had been thinking of this name in her dreams for a long time.
Every time she dreamed of this name, she would wake up from a nightmare.
If it weren't for that invitation, she would have been Bo Zheng's legitimate fiancée, and they would just have to choose a good day next year to hold the wedding.
Just because she threw Qiao Nian's invitation letter into the trash can on impulse, her life took an abrupt turn. She went from being a favored girl, pampered by Beijing's upper class circles, to becoming a laughing stock overnight and had to leave the country overnight.
Whenever Li Mo thought of this, her heart felt like it was soaked in lemonade, sour and bitter, with more hatred bubbling up endlessly.
She recalled the look in the girl's eyes when she suddenly stopped and looked at her.
Obviously there was nothing special at that time.
When Li Mo recalled it now, she felt that the way the girl looked at her was full of sarcasm, which stimulated her so much that her heart tightened and her breathing became rough and difficult.
"I know her." Li Mo suddenly spoke.
Song Ya looked over and said, "I just asked you, didn't you say you didn't know him?"
Li Mo clenched her fists tightly, her pale face expressionless and cold: "I didn't remember it before, but now I remember it."
She met Song Ling's curious eyes, curled the corners of her mouth, and talked about Qiao Nian.
She was talking about her brief encounter with Qiao Nian in Beijing. In her words, she was retaliated against by Qiao Nian simply because she offended Qiao Nian's friend whom she didn't know.
And even when she came to apologize, Qiao Nian still refused to give in.
In short, in her words, Qiao Nian became a person who said one thing in front of others and another behind their backs, and who liked to form cliques and engage in small circle competition for females.
Song Ling frowned as she listened. She didn't comment on the surface, but her impression of Qiao Nian dropped to the bottom. She looked at the black-clad bodyguards around her and said to the two of them, "Okay, let's go back first."
(End of this chapter)