If anyone had heard Shen Qinglan's pure British accent, they would have been very surprised, because such authentic English could not be mastered overnight.
Jin Enxi and the others had always revolved around Shen Qinglan, even though they were all older than her, but inexplicably, there was a presence about Shen Qinglan that made them want to submit involuntarily.
"Enxi," Shen Qinglan said, "the identity you fabricated for me before, are you sure it's credible and no one can trace it?"
"Of course," Jin Enxi replied, her face slightly unhappy due to Shen Qinglan's doubt in her area of expertise, "As long as no one has better tricks than me, or unless you reveal it yourself, no one can track down that past. Moreover, when I was forging that identity for you, there indeed was such a person, but she died in an accident six years ago, and you just took over her experiences."