Zhao Danyang was momentarily stunned in place.
She didn't have any remarkable memory; it was just a random excuse.
After all, this was a live broadcast; the chances of being exposed were too low.
Zhao Danyang gritted her teeth, "At that time, my attention wasn't on this, but I believe you asked me about the events of that year?"
Yue Qingqing shook her head, "No, my first question was, how many years has Dr. Zhao been practicing? Your response was nearly thirty years, so I said could Dr. Zhao please talk about your memories, and then..."
Yue Qingqing recounted the entire conversation she just had with Dr. Zhao, remembering each detail clearly.
So this is what a true memory genius is like.
As Zhao Danyang listened to Yue Qingqing's narration, cold sweat started trickling down.
How could this be—
She had fallen into a trap, assuming that in such a situation, the other party would surely ask about the day's events first.
