"Madam, I'll say it again, you've mistaken me for someone else, I am Tang Xiaohua."
"Hehehehe..."
Song Xiangqiao propped herself up on the washbasin, her laughter... somehow it made Tang Xiaohua feel pitiable.
So much had happened in her past life, and everyone around her seemed more or less different from who they had been, be it in their experiences or their appearances. But this difference was very subtle, except for Song Xiangqiao.
She had completely reversed herself.
The Song Xiangqiao of her past life had pretended for over a decade in front of her, inching closer to Wen Nian, all to secure the position of the President's wife.
She utilized everything she learned, thriving in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, even becoming a national goddess in the eyes of the people, far surpassing those simple beautiful actresses in status.
And she was also the last person who visited her in prison before she died.
