WARNING!! This chapter contains mature content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with the NSFW scene, please skip this chapter!
Feng Zhexuan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and muttered in a low voice, "It seems that I need to see Grandpa Jin and ask him to help me restore my memory as soon as possible."
After driving for a long time, Feng Zhexuan didn't drive back to his house. Instead, he went to Xing Xiayan's house to look for the recorder. It took him nearly two hours before he discovered a small recorder hidden behind the vent cover.
He tore off the tape on the plastic bag and took out the small recorder. The recorder is old and no longer manufactured. He gripped the recorder tightly, slipped it into his pocket, and put the vent cover back in its place.
After making sure everything was normal, he left Xing Xiayan's house and drove to his villa in the suburbs.
