The man known as Third Master sized up Ning Xixi, lazily puffing on his cigar, "You look a lot like an old acquaintance of mine."
The man with the scarred face stiffened, drenched in cold sweat!
He had intended to offer Ning Xixi to the Third Master to get him to squash the matter.
But now, could it be... that he had overplayed his hand?
Ning Xixi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the Third Master would let her off the hook.
But the next words from the Third Master obliterated all her hopes...
"One, whom I desired but never got the chance to be with."
"Song Weiyang, what's your relation to her?"
Ning Xixi's heart shot up to her throat.
This man... actually knew her mother!
"I don't know her," she said stiffly.
Third Master's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, fixed on her, suddenly he smiled with a world-weary look.
