But at the next moment, Xu Xiuxiu bluntly left Lu Xiangxiang without a face to save, "However—" Xu Xiuxiu cut herself off halfway through, "It seems it's not just me who doesn't recognize you, my husband Song Yuanhuan apparently doesn't even know your name to this day, so, young lady, can you please stop shamelessly throwing yourself at my man?" Xu Xiuxiu's words were clearly hurtful, like a blade that instantly pierced the other person with a thousand cuts.
"How is that possible? Major Song, he couldn't possibly forget me." Tears welled up in Lu Xiangxiang's eyes, her steps unsteady as if she couldn't stand properly. She couldn't believe that Song Yuanhuan wouldn't even know her name; after all, they had met several times, and he had even complimented her on dancing well.
Yes, Xu Xiuxiu must be lying to her. Song Yuanhuan, Major Song, must fancy her; it was just because of this woman's status that he couldn't speak highly of her in her presence! Yes, that must be it!
