“Oh, right, it’s your sister who likes cilantro,” the mistress quickly recovered and said with an embarrassed smile, but the surprise and panic flashing through her eyes didn’t escape Jun Huang’s notice.

As if to prove her claim, the mistress put some cilantro into the plate of the girl next to her. The girl pursed her lips. It was clear she didn’t like cilantro, either, but after glancing at her mother, she took a deep breath and nodded with a stilted smile. “That’s right. I love cilantro. Mother must have gotten us mixed up.”

She ate the cilantro with a slight frown.

Jun Huang watched them silently, her expression impassive, but in truth, she was a little hurt. She’d thought these people were her family. However, there were too many signs for her to believe their lies.

Her appetite lost, she put away her chopsticks and managed a smile. “I’m tired. Please excuse me.”

“Alright.” The woman rose to her feet and walked her...