Wei Zijin whipped her head around, her voice cracking. "Are you out of your mind? Is that something you can just say?"
"She's a superstar! Nuomi grew up begging with Boss Xiao. Do you have any idea how far apart their worlds are? How could they possibly be related?"
"Could you stop acting like Dahuang? It's pretty creepy."
Wang Xiaoliang didn't turn around. Both hands rested on the steering wheel as he watched the traffic ahead.
"When the thought first occurred to me, I thought it was ridiculous too."
He paused.
"The moment I saw her today, I felt this warmth toward her, a really strong warmth. That feeling was so familiar. I sat there thinking about it for ages before I finally remembered the first time I met Nuomi. That was exactly how Nuomi made me feel."
"Then I started looking at her face," Wang Xiaoliang said. "The longer I looked, the more something seemed off. The contours, the features, the proportions-she looked so much like Nuomi. I watched her all evening, and the longer I looked, the more it creeped me out."
"Plenty of people look alike!" Wei Zijin's voice rose again. "The internet is full of influencers who look like celebrities. Are you going to say they're all related? Besides, I don't think they look alike at all. Nuomi is so average-looking. She's nowhere near Sister He's looks or presence..."
"Especially when she smiles."
Wang Xiaoliang cut her off.
"The way the corners of her mouth curve upward is exactly the same as Nuomi's. Like they were cast from the same mold."
The light ahead turned red, and the car stopped.
"You certainly have taken a close look at Nuomi."
Wang Xiaoliang ignored Wei Zijin's sour remark. "You were the one who did that exclusive interview with