Pei Fengzhi is a really cunning person. He pretends to be a decent person on the surface, but he does nothing but hypnotize her!

She had already lost interest, looked away impatiently, and replied indifferently.

"You're already married, why ask so many questions?"

Pei Fengzhi sighed softly, feeling somewhat helpless and disappointed.

He looked at Ye Ningwan, who had gotten off him, and at her sitting obediently by the car door. His arms felt empty, and the distance between them seemed as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

He reached out and quietly took Ye Ningwan's hand, his fingertips gently stroking the protrusion on her wrist bone.

The car sped along the road, sunlight filtering through the dappled shadows of the trees and dappling the car window, casting flickering light on Ye Ningwan's slender and beautiful profile.

Neither of them spoke.

Ye Ningwan suddenly realized that the road the car was traveling on was a bit strange, and finally asked the driver.

"This is not the way back to the hospital."

The driver, of course, dared not answer and remained silent.

Thus, the opportunity to speak fell to Pei Fengzhi.

"I've been in the hospital for several days now, it's time for me to go home."

Ye Ningwan gave a soft "oh" and didn't say anything more.

...

In the study, Pei Fengzhi sat alone, with the notebook he had kept before he lost his memory on the table in front of him.

Sudden.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the study door.

"Enter."

After Pei Fengzhi spoke, the door was pushed open, Jiang Yinglin walked in, and then closed the door again.

"Ninth Master".

Pei Fengzhi closed the notebook in front of him, put it into the locked drawer next to him, and then looked up and asked in a low voice.

What are you doing here?

Jiang Yinglin touched the tip of his nose and placed a brown paper document bag on the table in front of Pei Fengzhi.

"This is all the information I found about Ye Ningwan. You'd better take a look."

Pei Fengzhi lowered his eyes, looking at the brown paper document bag on the table in front of him. His thick eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his lower eyelids.