"It doesn't matter, this is my classmate, Yan Manshu, but she is Yan Yeyeyan, not the same surname as our Yan family."
Yan Siyu looked at Manshu, with a hint of provocation and mockery in his eyes.
Is this person Qingqing still using her name to fool around with her third uncle?
If she hadn't heard it just now, people would have thought that the daughter of the Yan family was someone else.
Yan Siyu would never tolerate someone else taking her place.
"That's such a coincidence." Curator He said with a smile, "You two look a bit alike at first glance."
Director He just said this and wanted to get rid of this mistake as soon as possible.
He really wanted to go shopping with Mr. Yan, and he wanted to give the old man face for a batch of cultural relics that had been lost abroad that Mr. Yan donated to the museum.
However, now that I have mistakenly recognized someone's granddaughter, it's a bit embarrassing.
"Does it look like him?" Yan Siyu's face changed slightly. This person is really too much.
How could she look like a country girl like Yan Manshu?
Yan Manshu is obviously earthy and ugly.
She looked at Manshu with some malice, but found that this damn girl had become prettier somehow.
Her skin is whiter, her facial features are refined, and even the ugly birthmarks at the end of her eyes seem to have faded a bit.
Impossible! How could Yan Manshu become more beautiful?
Yan Siyu couldn't accept this fact.
She hugged Mr. Yan's arm and acted coquettishly: "Grandpa, do you think I look similar to classmate Manshu? Speaking of which, we are in the same class now."
The little girl has an independent temperament. Normally, Mr. Yan would naturally think that his granddaughter is unique.
But this time, he was attracted by Manshu.
"It's a bit like that."
In fact, Man Shu is only one point similar to Yan Siyu, but she is three points similar to her dead wife.
He looks very kind.
"Grandpa, Classmate Manshu and I are both unique. If you say one of us is like the other, I don't care. I'm afraid Classmate Manshu will be unhappy."
Yan Siyu's nails were almost broken by her.
She couldn't tolerate the similarity between herself and Yan Manshu.
I can't help but the old man likes it.
"That……"
As soon as Mr. Yan opened his mouth, Manshu interrupted: "It's okay, I don't mind."
Yan Siyu rolled her eyes in her heart: Of course you don't mind, it's your honor to look like the daughter of the Yan family!
Manshu knew Yan Siyu’s enemy very well.
She felt happy when she saw Yan Siyu being disgusted.
But at this time, Gu Zimo stepped forward to smooth things over again.
He glanced at Manshu, then turned his attention back to Yan Siyu.
"I think you are not like her. Siyu is pretty, confident and generous. Yan Manshu looks more reserved."
Manshu made a mouth gesture: Be restrained, mother!
Gu Zimo didn't notice, but Yan Zhan happened to see it.
He watched with interest as the undercurrent surged in Manshu's eyes.
He had discovered a long time ago that when Manshu faced Yan Siyu and Gu Zimo, he was like a cockfighting man, fighting with all his energy to deal with those two people, almost treating them as class enemies.
If it weren't for sure that Manshu, Yan Siyu and Gu Zimo didn't know each other before coming to City C, he would have thought they were feuding people.
No, that's not right. The little girl seemed to have been frightened on the mountain road.
Gu Zimo and Yan Siyu were also racing among them.
If two people were racing and almost killed the little girl, then the little girl's hostility would be understandable.
Yan Zhan had no intention of excusing his niece.
The second and third generations in the circle enjoy family resources and dream of the dreams of playboys.
Mountain racing is a very dangerous thing, and almost killed someone, but they were able to fool around with it like this.
It seems that the punishment received by those boys is too light.