Leng Zhiyuan had a glance at Leng Hao's expression as she said, "Older Brother, you do not know a single thing about that woman, and you do not know what she looks like. You don't know where she went off to. Are you looking for a needle in a haystack right now? How are you going to search for her?"
"Hmph, who said that I know nothing about her? That woman has a tattoo!"
"Tattoo? Where?"
"On…" Leng Hao stopped speaking, and he lifted his head up as he looked at Leng Zhiyuan unhappily, "You don't have to know this. After all, if that woman appears before me, I would definitely be able to recognize her!"
Leng Hao had an ice-cold gleam in his eyes.
There were many men who would forget what their one night stand partner looked like, and furthermore, Older Brother was drunk at that time, but Older Brother was so firm and was unable to forget that woman at all. Leng Zhiyuan could only let out a sigh — It was all fate.
