After thinking for a while, she suddenly asked, "You don't forget me, do you?"

"Ah? It seems, maybe, probably... I don't quite remember?" Fu Song asked cautiously.

Fang Jingxian sighed. The other party really didn't recognize her.

After all, the only place the two met was at the elevator entrance on the first floor of Jinsheng Auction House.

Of course, when I came out with the book in my arms, I was bumped into by the other person.

If the time was shorter, Fu Song might still remember it.

Now that so much time has passed and I have changed my hairstyle, it is normal that the other party does not recognize me. It would be strange if they did.

That being the case, things will be easy.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, this is it. Do you remember that you once bought a cowhide scroll at Jinsheng Auction House for 280,000 yuan?"

Fu Song was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something: "Wait, Jinsheng Auction House..."

Suddenly he stood up and glanced inside Fang Jingxian's collar.

The next moment, Fu Song suddenly understood: "I remember now, you are the woman who bumped into me at the elevator entrance."

Fang Jingxian: “?”

Is this guy's memory so good?

Unexpectedly, before she could speak, she heard Fu Song confirm again: "It's you, I remember it very clearly.

When you bent down to pick up a book, I saw a cute pencil-shaped Shin-chan cartoon tattoo with an elephant on your chest.

Fang Jingxian's face immediately turned dark.

Why does this guy say everything? And the key is that his voice is so loud.

She looked around quickly and found that no one was paying attention, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Fang Jingxian glared at Fu Song fiercely: "Go to hell, you stinky hooligan!"