Cheng Yue and I are twins. Apart from the mole at the corner of our eyes, we look almost exactly alike.
One day, Cheng Yue suddenly shoved a handsome guy at me:
“Please, sis! I’ve got so many guys on the hook that I’m about to get caught. I accidentally made plans to meet two people on the same day, so go meet this one for me first.”
Under Qi Zeyu’s questioning gaze, I said guiltily:
“Actually, I’m not Cheng Yue. I’m...”
The man in front of me cut me off impatiently:
“You’re your sister Cheng An, right? You used that excuse last time!”
