After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

While Song Ming was thinking, Yan Luo had been observing him secretly, her mind working rapidly. She was quite sure that the person in front of her was not Su Xu.

So where did the real Su Xu go? What was the purpose of this person pretending to be Su Xun?

Before she could figure it out, Song Ming suddenly raised his head and glanced at her coldly, with the corner of his mouth curled in a sarcastic way, "Another fake."

Obviously, he also saw through her identity.

This realization made Yan Luo stunned for a moment. She didn't know how he knew her identity.

Although she was not a member of the Yan family, her fake identity had not been made public except to those people in the Yan family and Su Xu.

For so many years, she has been living as Yan Songluo, and outsiders don’t know. How did this person who suddenly appeared know?

She knew nothing about him, but he seemed to know something about her, which made Yan Luo feel a little uneasy and dangerous.

She pretended to be calm, stared at the person in front of her, neither admitted nor denied, but asked: "Who are you?"

Song Ming snorted coldly, "Me?"

"Of course I am the young master of the Su family. But why do you pretend to be a member of the Yan family?"

Yan Luo clenched his fingers and smiled faintly, "I am not pretending, I am indeed a member of the Yan family."

"lie!"

Song Ming exposed her without leaving any room for doubt. Even though he and Song Luo had not met for so many years, he could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was not her.

She wouldn't be as fake as she is.

Song Ming was too lazy to waste his breath with a fake, so he stood up and left. Just as he grabbed the door handle, Yan Luo spoke again.

"Where's Su Xu?"

Song Ming didn't even turn his head and said lazily: "If you want to know, go check it yourself."

After saying that, Song Ming walked away with his long legs.

He also wanted to find out what was going on.

What happened in the Yan family during the years he was away?

Song Ming went straight to find Yan Jiamu. This was the fastest way to find out the whole story. He was impatient to know what had happened to Song Luo. How could the Yan family allow an impostor to replace her identity?

When Song Ming arrived at the Yan family, Jiamu was just about to rest when the housekeeper knocked on the door and reported, "Young Master, the young master of the Su family wants to see you."

When Yan Jiamu heard that it was Su who came to visit, he looked at the housekeeper in confusion, frowning slightly, "What is he doing here?"

The housekeeper shook his head and said, "The young master of the Su family only said that he wanted to see you, and didn't say anything else."

Yan Jiamu rubbed his brows and closed his eyes to rest. "If you don't see me, just say I'm resting."

He has no interest in meeting a fake.

After receiving the hint, the butler politely declined Song Ming's offer.

Song Ming nodded slightly, turned and left.

When the housekeeper was no longer in sight, he turned back, but this time he did not alarm the housekeeper and climbed over the wall into the Yan family.

At this time, Yan Jiamu was leaning on the sofa to rest. A gust of wind blew across his face for no reason. Yan Jiamu opened his eyes vigilantly and saw a figure standing in front of him.

He was surprised for a moment, then looked up at the person in front of him, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, sneered, and said, "When did a thief appear in the Su family?"

When Yan Jiamu was looking at Song Ming, Song Ming was also looking at him and said with a faint smile: "I am not interested in being a thief. I came here just to ask you, where did Songluo go?"

Hearing Songluo's name, Yan Jiamu's expression became more serious, his eyes became colder, and the look he gave Song Ming became sharper.

Although the person in front of him had the same face as the impostor Su Xu, he was not him.

Without waiting for Yan Jiamu to speak, Song Ming suddenly sneered and said in a playful tone, "Long time no see, brother Jiamu, you didn't even recognize me, did you?"

After Song Ming finished speaking, he sat down on the sofa in a very familiar manner, crossed his long legs, and looked around the room.

The decoration style was extremely dull. Song Ming shook his head repeatedly, "Don't you feel suffocated living in a room like this?"

Yan Jiamu did not answer his question, but looked at him carefully and asked, "Song Ming?"