"Hello?" Pei Xingcheng answered, his voice as cold as ice.
But, there was no reply from the other side.
He frowned slightly and looked at the screen. Who the hell was this who was disturbing his good things and not answering? He looked at the screen and noticed the call was from an unknown number.
"What's wrong? Who is it?" Miss Ghost inquired, looking up at him.
Pei Xingcheng shrugged and was about to hang up when suddenly, a rough voice broke through, asking, "Do you... know.... forgotten memory?"
Whatever the other person was saying, Pei Xingcheng couldn't hear it properly. He looked at his phone and noticed that the signal was weak but he did catch two words: forgotten memory.
Did this stranger know something about the past three years he couldn't remember? His eyes narrowed with curiosity.
"Hold on. I can't hear you properly," he replied.
