Zhao Xue'er widened her eyes, looking even more puzzled than Ning Fan.
She raised her slender fingers and lightly touched her face, with a hint of uncertainty, she said:
"I... shouldn't have changed much, right? Ning Fan brother, what's wrong with you? Where have you been all these years?"
"A lot has happened over the years... There are some things I can't remember for now."
Ning Fan spread his hands with a bit of helplessness, then replaced it with a serious and sincere expression.
"Can't remember? Ning Fan brother, what exactly happened to you? Could it be that you don't even remember me, Xue'er?"
Zhao Xue'er's dark eyes tilted slightly upward, staring intently at Ning Fan.
At this moment, a few guys from the crowd of onlookers squeezed to the front of the nut stall, grinning as they started talking to Zhao Xue'er.
"Xue'er, great! I knew that Ning Xinlan, the tigress, couldn't do anything to you."
