She stood in front of the door, knocked again, and looked at them with her beautiful, amber eyes.

Fu Xiuchen's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his inner tension.

Yao'er and Lao Si left together.

How could the fourth brother let Yao'er come alone again?

Is this really their sister, Tang Yaoyao?

She parted her lips, her voice slurred, "Big brother, sixth brother, why are you all staring at me like that?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiuchen's breath hitched. He knew his beloved sister too well. Just from this one question, he already knew that the one in front of him was definitely not Yao'er.

To avoid alerting them, he smiled gently, his eyes warm: "Didn't you go back? Why are you here again?"

"I was worried, so I came to check on things."

As she spoke, she walked into the house.

Fu Xiuchen's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, fell on her earlobe.

I thought it would be a pure white place, but to my surprise, there was a mole there, exactly the same as the one Yao'er had given me.

Perhaps he's overthinking it.

Tang Yaoyao walked to his side, raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking very cute: "Big brother, is there something dirty on my face?"

Her voice and tone were exactly the same, plus the mole on her earlobe that only a few of her brothers knew about.

Fu Xiuchen breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and chuckled, "How could that be? There's nothing dirty about it."

She nodded and said with a smile, "Oh."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiuchen's relaxed heart immediately tensed up again.

In his memory, Yao'er never said "oh," so the person in front of him was definitely not their little sister.

And she was the villain who impersonated Yao'er.

He approached silently.

The last thing he wanted to do in his life was to hurt his younger sister. No matter what, he didn't want any misunderstandings between them.

He reached out and took her small hand in his: "Yao'er, your second brother is alright now, so don't blame yourself. Let's just consider this matter over and not worry about it. What, are you afraid that your sixth brother and I will mistreat your second brother?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head to check if there was a small red mole on her palm.

You can imitate a mole on your earlobe, but you can never imitate one on your palm.

Just as I was about to see it, the phone rang.

She withdrew her hand and immediately answered the phone.

"Hey, fourth brother."

This nickname, and the coquettish manner, are just like Tang Yaoyao.

"Ah, I'll be right down."

With that, she turned and left.

Fu Xiuchen quickly chased after her. This time, he was absolutely certain that this woman was not his younger sister, because the touch was different.

After taking care of her hands, my sister's hands felt soft and silky to the touch.

However, the woman's hands did not feel comfortable to the touch; on the contrary, they were somewhat stiff and did not even seem like a woman's hands.

As I stepped outside, I reached out my hand, about to grab her.

Suddenly, a group of reporters rushed over, cameras and video cameras in hand, capturing Fu Xiuchen in the shot and blocking him and Jia Yaoyao from the side.

With her head down, Jia Yaoyao quickly disappeared down the corridor, vanishing without a trace.

Fu Xiuchen was getting anxious and took another step forward. However, this group of reporters was like a leech, impossible to shake off.

"I heard that the Fu siblings killed each other, Fu Jincheng was hospitalized, and Tang Yaoyao is the murderer who hurt him?"

"How is Fu Jincheng? What are your plans for dealing with Tang Yaoyao?"

He turned around, looked at Fu Ziyi who had followed him, his eyes cold, and said sternly, "Sixth Brother, grab her."