“In the information I found? It shows…”
He paused, and the difficult words in his mouth seemed unspeakable.
“Three years ago, that night was the birthday party of Miss Qin’s family in the west of the city. You wore a white dress on the day of your banquet, and the gift you gave to the other party was an oil painting by a Danish painter, and at the end of the banquet Played Liszt’s “Hungarian Rhapsody”. Did I say all of these, all in one pair?”
The voice on the phone was a bit distant, and she couldn’t remember the details of what Oliver said. Three years ago, no one else could remember it so clearly.
Chloe simply said frankly, “I don’t remember.”
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