"I don't remember having any questions for you." Gong Shirao came back to her senses and said.
"You did. Three days ago, you seemed like you wanted to ask me something important, but since Ou Yimo was in trouble, I went to help her first."
"I forgot," Gong Shirao said.
Zhan Nanjue's gaze suddenly became intense, and the grip on her wrist tightened suddenly.
"Forgot?"
"Yeah. You said it yourself, it was something from three days ago. It's been so long, how could I possibly remember?"
"Is that so?"
"What else do you think?"
"But I feel like that question was really important to you."
"Maybe it was important to me three days ago, but it's not important to me now. Otherwise, how would I have forgotten it?" Gong Shirao said.
"..."
"Do you have any more questions? If not, can you please let go of me, Mr. Zhan?"
"Did you misunderstand something?" Zhan Nanjue said, "Between me and Ou Yimo..."
