Upon hearing the words "Zhuang Ning," Long Xiao's eyes flickered, and he said, "I don't know her."
Mu Yan, anticipating that he might deny it, coldly said, "If I didn't have solid evidence, do you think I would come to you?"
Long Xiao was at a loss for words. Because of her mom's death, she hated him fiercely. Indeed, unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't come to him.
He thought that the secret would remain hidden until his death, but unexpectedly...
Well, debts always have to be repaid.
He closed his eyes briefly and asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Where did my mom meet you?"
"Upper City," Long Xiao replied.
Mu Yan's face darkened, "Stop lying."
"I'm telling the truth. She doesn't remember me," Long Xiao said, his tone somewhat bitter.
In fact, he had always been conflicted, both hoping she would remember him and hoping she never would.
