The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities

Xia Xing watched as the motorcycle disappeared into the distance, and recalled the words Nan Yu had said, feeling more baffled than ever.

Before he could even catch his breath, a familiar Maybach appeared by the roadside.

The car window lowered, revealing Huo Juanyan's face, dark as ink.

"Did you give it to her?"

Xia Xing nodded, "I gave it to Miss Nan."

Huo Juanyan's glance caught Nan Qingqing at the entrance of the bar, a displeased emotion brewing in his eyes, he slightly lifted his chin, "Did she say anything?"

Xia Xing inhaled quietly, stammering, "Miss Nan, she..."

Huo Juanyan turned his head toward him, "Speak."

Xia Xing dared not conceal anything and recounted Nan Yu's words without missing a detail.