Feng Yun’s face turned red, then pale. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say.

Jiang Zhou let out a sneer. He knew that this so-called real sister was trying to take advantage by retreating, but she probably didn’t know that she was choosing the wrong method.

That night, Feng Yun and Jiang Huai had a good talk.

“Xiao Li would rather let us claim that she is a distant relative of the Jiang family than to tell others that she is our adopted daughter. Is she blaming us?”

The orphanage where Jiang Li used to live until today was located in a small county seat in Minjiang City, about 300 km away from the city itself. It took more than three hours of driving to reach the city.

After the car entered the urban area of ​​Minjiang City, it drove all the way to the villa community in the western suburbs.

After finally leaving Jiang couple for a short time, Jiang Li first went to see the orphanage director, a kindhearted elderly woman who treated the original ‘Jiang Li’ very well.

It could be seen that the grandma director was very happy for ‘Jiang Li.’ She held Jiang Li’s hand and talked to her for a while, reminding her to get along well with her parents. If Jiang Li had any difficulties, she should tell her parents and do not keep everything in her heart.

Jiang Li felt dizzy, and her temple was throbbing. She closed her eyes and slowly sorted out the strange memories that suddenly appeared in her mind. At this moment, she knew that she was no longer the original Jiang Li, because she had transmigrated into a novel and became cannon fodder in the book.

So she was dead?