Ireland, who had just been staring Chen Cheng down, suddenly saw someone who looked exactly like her appear before her. She was so frightened that she was about to scream that there was a ghost.
Elf Ireland reacted quickly as well. Although she had no idea why someone identical to her had appeared, the moment she saw Ireland about to shout, she immediately reached out and clamped a hand around her throat.
The next moment, the sound that came from Ireland's mouth was like a duck that had lost its voice. All she could manage were two meaningless croaks.
"Shut up, or I'll strangle you to death."
Though Elf Ireland was usually rather frivolous and loved playing jokes on people, once she got serious, she had none of the overflowing compassion of holy-motherly elves like Emil.
When Ireland heard the icy threat from her other self, she somehow immediately believed Elf Ireland.
At that moment, a sword was also silently placed against Elf Ireland's neck.
"Miss, don't move recklessly. My sword is very sharp."
At the same time, Chen Cheng looked toward the dazed Fini and said:
"And you, you little brat—what exactly is going on? Where's this ex-girlfriend you mentioned?"
Rewinding a little, just as Elf Ireland was preparing to collect Chen Cheng's aura and perform a magical leap, Chen Cheng entered the restaurant and found the private room.
But when he hesitantly opened the private-room door, the familiar face of Ireland appeared before him.
At first, Chen Cheng thought she was the real Ireland. It was only after he noticed the unfamiliarity in her eyes that he realized she was not the Ireland he had been thinking of.
Ireland was also somewhat dumbfounded. She had thought her ex-boyfriend would be the one coming in, but she had never