Immediately afterwards, the car began to vibrate crazily, so fast that it looked like the motor had been turned on. The woman raised one foot high, with her high heel pressed against the glass.

"..."

He Zhao quickly turned off the video, his heart pounding, and took a peek at Yu Jinwen's face.

However, his expression was dull and there was no expression on his face.

But there was a bit of disgust in his eyes.

Yu Jinwen returned the phone to He Zhao and said calmly, "Save the videos and photos. You should be able to use them in the future."

*

Nan Song's life in Birmingham was busy and fulfilling.

There are a lot of parties, banquets, and dances here. Miss Nan Da, who rarely attends social events at home, had a lot of fun when she went abroad, choosing interesting ones among a bunch of invitations.

Following the local customs, she wore a formal dress with a waisted upper body and a puffy lower body, and a cape-like hat, and got into a carriage to go to the meeting.

As one of the few oriental beauties, Nan Song has been favored by thousands of people here.

But she changed her usual low-key attitude, playing and having fun with Robert and others. When someone came up to strike up a conversation, she could chat with them with a bright smile.

Like a walking social butterfly.

But her temperament and attire are so elegant and noble, just like a peony flower walking in the world, making it impossible for people to think or slander her with dirty thoughts.

Just being in the limelight like this will naturally arouse dissatisfaction and create jealousy.

Nan Song was chatting and laughing with a Duke when a woman wearing a black dress and a black gauze hat walked towards him, holding a glass of red wine in her hand and walking towards her.

When she reached Nan Song, the wine glass in her hand was about to tilt when a hand held her steady.

Nan Song's cold voice sounded, "Madam, please hold your cup."

The woman turned slightly, faced Nan Song's eyes, and introduced herself, "I am the owner of Thrushcross Grange, Catherine Mae Boulanger. I am a widow, and people here call me Mrs. Mae."

Nan Song maintained basic etiquette and said calmly: "Hello, Grace."

Seeing that they seemed to have something to say, the Duke walked away knowingly.

"Are you Earl Hill's sister?"

Mrs. May asked, "Is your last name Shelby too?"

"No."

Nan Song said calmly in fluent English: "We have the same mother and half father."

In foreign countries, half-mothers or half-fathers are very common, and blood relations are not as deep as those in China.

Mrs. Mei said lightly "Oh" and continued: "I have never heard him mention having a sister like you."

"It's normal."

Nan Song was neither annoyed nor angry, and smiled lightly, "That only means you are not familiar with each other."

Mrs. Mei didn't know if she was choked, and was slightly startled. Then she smiled, flashed her long eyelashes, leaned in front of Nan Song, and whispered:

"I slept with your brother. Does this kind of relationship count as familiarity?"

Nan Song didn't say anything, thinking that this woman might be suffering from some serious illness or having a mental problem.
Chapter completed!