"Evil River?"
Xia Feng quickly steadied his mind, shook his head without changing his expression, "Cha Naixue and the others might be coming back soon, let's talk about it later."
Later? Mu Qingtong couldn't help but frown. She could see that Mr. Xia was making excuses to subtly refuse her request.
That was quite normal.
After all, memory is everyone's greatest privacy, and it's understandable that Mr. Xia wouldn't want his memory to be browsed at will.
But the abnormality lies in Mr. Xia's attitude!
When she suggested further exploring his memories, someone with Mr. Xia's cheeky personality should have openly refused and mocked her, or arrogantly proposed some trade conditions.
But Mr. Xia did none of that, instead, he politely found an excuse to reject her somewhat intrusive request.
Something's not right.
Of course, the most important point was that she vaguely detected a trace of undisguised fear... and panic in Mr. Xia's fleeting expression.
