Chapter 234 Was she very scared?
Hearing Nan Ke's voice as usual, Tu Yao unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Second Brother."
Nan Ke completely released his strength, his knuckles trembling slightly.
She asked softly, "Are you upset that your second brother didn't pick you up?"
Freed from his constraints, Jiang Peng was about to shout, but upon meeting Nan Ke's cold gaze, he immediately fell silent.
He had no choice but to cover his mouth tightly, collapse to the ground, and curl up in fear.
...How could there be such a terrifying person? They seem gentle and kind, but when they go crazy, it's like they've lost control.
But a single phone call can bring him back to his senses.
On the other end of the phone, Tu Yao shook her head: "No, it's just..."
She suddenly felt a little panicked.
I don't know when it started, but it seems like her secrets are about to be exposed.
She was ten hours smarter than her eldest brother, and she wasn't sure if her second brother had already guessed something.
But she wasn't ready.
Tu Yao clenched her fists. "Second Brother, I...can I not say anything yet?"
Along this journey, even she herself has begun to doubt who she is, and who she should be...
If she weren't Tu Yao, how would she face them?
But if she is, how should they face her...?
"Or... I'll talk about it later, is that okay?"
Nan Ke smiled slightly: "Of course."
Tu Yao's eyes lit up: "...Really?"
After hanging up the phone, Nan Ke slowly suppressed her smile. Of course.
Of course, Tu Xiaomao could choose not to say anything.
Because he has the time and energy to look it up himself.
On the floor, Jiang Peng finally regained his strength and slowly moved toward the bed.
After moving for a short while, I looked up and met the cold gaze from the other side.
Nan Ke put his phone back in his pocket, slowly walked closer, and reached out his hand again.
Jiang Peng trembled with fear, his voice shaking as he cried, "No...don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll tell you anything you want to know, I'll tell you everything!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he turned around and used his other hand to lift the stool up.
His movements were slow and gentle, and his expression was calm, showing no trace of the madness he had just displayed.
"you……"
The stool returned to its original position, perfectly aligned.
Nan Ke turned and left.
After taking only two steps, Jiang Peng's tentative voice came from behind, "You...trust me?"
"You...do you believe what I'm saying?"
Nan Ke remained silent and continued walking forward.
"Why?"
Jiang Peng persisted: "Why do you believe me?!"
Nan Ke gripped the handrail and lowered his eyes: "Because... I need to confirm whether there is some kind of strange external force in this world."
To explain some logic that he currently cannot make sense of.
So much had happened in those few short months, and he remembered every single one of it. Occasionally, a few pieces of information would flash through his mind and confuse him.
For example, since the black mist wanted to kill their family, who was it that saved the four siblings and Chu Man in such a deadly situation?
For example, could this black mist be the mastermind behind both Chu Man and Bai Chumeng?
For example, the fact that they have survived the persecution of the Black Mist for the past eighteen years proves that there is another force helping their family.
So, just as the black mist manipulated Chu Man and Bai Chumeng, who was that character who used as a medium to save them time and time again?
If all of the above is true, then...
As soon as the ward door opened, Jiang Liqing stepped forward.
"Young Master Nan Ke, have you finished asking your questions?"
Nan Ke said softly, "Uncle Liqing, you said yesterday, 'You can tell a person's future from the age of three...'"
Jiang Liqing seemed not to have realized how the topic had suddenly shifted to this.
He paused for a few seconds, then nodded: "...Yes, you can tell a lot about a child's future from the age of three."
"There's one more sentence..."
"You can tell what a person will be like at seven."
Before he could finish speaking, Nan Ke interrupted.
He said calmly, "You can tell what a child will be like at three, and what they will be like in life at seven, right?"
"yes."
Jiang Liqing sighed, "This is what our older generation often says: a person's character is set by the age of three or seven."
"What a child is at three, he will be at seven; what he is at seven, he will be at eighty. Why did you suddenly ask this?"
Instead of answering, Nan Ke asked, "So a person's personality won't suddenly change, right?"
Jiang Liqing frowned: "That's usually how it is, what's wrong?"
Nan Ke stopped speaking, as if all her strength had been drained in an instant. After a long while, she gazed out the window into the distance.
...But what if things change?
Does this mean... it's a different person?
"Where did she go? Five years old, five years old..."
"Was she very scared at that time...?"
...
Tu Yao hung up the phone but didn't go back. Instead, she walked to the hotel lobby alone.
The gate started spinning again, and Tu Yao turned out, but stood on the steps, unsure of where to go, staring blankly ahead.
The streets of the port city, the traffic, the shops on the street corners, and the corner of the sky she looked up at were all unfamiliar to her.
Little Father, did Tu Yao come here just to abandon her eldest brother, second brother, and youngest brother?
110 didn't say anything.
Tu Yao sighed softly... Little Father, she's not doing well.
Across the street, in an open-air restaurant, a few young girls had just sat down when, as if they had suddenly seen something, they immediately stood up.
"Look, isn't that Tu Yao!"
Another girl took two steps forward, raised an eyebrow after seeing clearly.
"It really is her."
"That little lapdog of the Cheng family, she's in Hong Kong?"
"Let's go take a look."
Just as Tu Yao stepped down the steps, a convertible sports car suddenly came hurtling towards her!
A drift, and it stopped right in front of her.
Tu Yao was caught off guard and took two steps back in shock.
Before she could even stand properly, a delicate little wallet was tossed down and landed at her feet.
Tu Yao looked up and saw three unfamiliar faces in the car, wearing sunglasses and looking at her arrogantly.
"Hey, go buy us three pineapple buns."
Tu Yao frowned, staring at them suspiciously.
The girl in the driver's seat raised her chin: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up!"
Tu Yao seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly squatted down.
The girl looked down at her and immediately sneered, "I knew it! Amnesia is nothing. Does losing your memory change your personality? You'll definitely be just as obedient as before."
Cheng Sangsang's stepsister was a persistent ghost back then. Unable to get close to Cheng Sangsang, she infiltrated their circle.
They happened to need a follower, so they tacitly allowed her to get close.
Later, for some unknown reason, they suddenly disappeared, and it wasn't until two years later that news of them came back.
Last time I heard he had amnesia, he went on a TV show in the mainland, pretending to be crazy, and even Cheng Sangsang was able to coax him back.
"Oh, and another whole-cut steak, cut into cubes, please."
Tu Yao picked up her wallet and stood up again.
Then another girl in the car continued, "Hey, another cup of freshly brewed coffee, you still remember my taste, right?"
The next second, he slammed the wallet back at him!
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