"Sixuan, what's wrong?"
Song Yuandong noticed his daughter's unusual behavior, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he quietly asked.
The screen had already switched to the stage, Song Sixuan's heart was in disarray, and she quietly said:
"Dad, the woman in the front row, she looks so much like me..."
Song Yuandong followed the direction of Song Sixuan's finger but only saw a somewhat unclear profile; someone was blocking his view, and he did not see clearly.
"Let's watch the party first, and after it ends, find an opportunity to meet her," Song Yuandong instructed.
Song Sixuan hummed in agreement, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. Anyone suddenly encountering a lookalike would probably feel unhappy.
She had been extremely lucky in life, always being the one others imitated, but now, it was her turn to encounter a doppelgänger.
The other person's power and status seemed much more formidable than hers.
