When Guan Wufeng finished speaking, Feng Zhexuan frowned but said nothing.
Seeing how calm his friend was, Guan Wufeng asked, "Zhexuan, do you already know about this?"
Feng Zhexuan nodded, "Mn."
"Then why didn't you—"
Before Guan Wufeng could finish his words, Feng Zhexuan said, "Because my memories were altered by someone, and I only found out about this when I investigated the matter. Xiayan is indeed the kidnapper's daughter. Her father was arrested and is now in the police station awaiting trial."
Hearing this, Guan Wufeng was dumbfounded. It took him a long time to recover before asking, "Then can you tell me what happened back then?"
"No," Feng Zhexuan rejected him without hesitation.
For him, what happened back then was a nightmare that left a deep scar. It was not easy for him to finally recover from his insomnia, and he was not ready to talk about it now.
"Why do you want to know about what happened back then?" he asked.
