"Hello, Mrs. Fu, we have met again. I am not Zhang Yuanyuan. My real name is Zhang Yuling, the Linger of Fu Zhimei."

Zhang Yuling? Hearing this name, I felt suffocated and my pupils were enlarged. How could it be her? How could it be her? I thought about many possibilities, but I didn't think about her.

"What? Am I surprised? Or are you surprised to hear my name? Am I surprised to see you?"

Zhang Yuanyuan's hands held my arms tightly, and my arms were more on my stomach, so her hands were sticking to my stomach.

The little fellow did not know whether he was disgusted with her...