The woman's tone carried an air of familiarity, calm yet subtly provocative, like a needle hidden within cotton.
The confidence in her expression made it seem as though she was the one closest to Gu Moqian.
Ji Wei frowned, her gaze instantly turning colder.
The moment the woman started speaking, Ji Wei recognized the voice—it was the same person who had called yesterday!
Gu Moqian's childhood friend, huh.
It seemed like quite a formidable rival.
Ji Wei's fingers tightened slightly around Gu Moqian's arm, an inexplicable sour jealousy welling up in her heart.
This woman had known Gu Moqian long before she did.
Though the woman displayed a familiar demeanor, Gu Moqian's expression remained distant, offering only the faintest nod, not bothering to utter even a single word in response.
The woman, undeterred, turned her gaze to Ji Wei and said, "Apologies for showing up so abruptly like this."
