It wasn't just a resemblance, his girlfriend was Wen Xian.
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lin's body suddenly jolted, and he forgot to exhale the smoke he had just inhaled, coughing several times in quick succession.
When he managed to speak again, his coughing had his ears reddening, he struggled to ask, "What, what did you say?"
Who in the world had gone mad?
He couldn't have heard wrong, could he? Or perhaps, it was just a coincidence of name and surname, and in reality, it was a different person...?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
So he asked, "This girlfriend of yours, which Wen, which Xian... It couldn't be that she's just someone with the same name as the celebrity—" together.
He hadn't finished his sentence when in the next second, he saw the door to the east wing room behind Lu Xiao suddenly open.
A woman walked out from the inside.
That woman was tall with elegant curves, her silhouette slender, with soft, wavy hair.