Xiao Yeci's heart immediately leaped into her throat.
Lu Dongliang furrowed his brows slightly. "You're saying that thirteen years ago, you and I spent a night together at Bridge Yesong?"
The question was very direct.
Xiao Yeci's face turned red immediately. "Master," she stammered, "you... you probably don't remember..."
"I indeed don't remember," Lu Dongliang replied with complete honesty. He wasn't a very meticulous man. Throughout his life, there were two things he always failed to remember clearly: one was the women he had slept with, and the other was the money he had spent. Whether it was women or money, there was just too much of both for him to keep track of.
They both remained silent for a long time until Lu Dongliang suddenly asked, "How old are you this year? Are you even twenty-five?"
"I am, I am..." Xiao Yeci accidentally let her verbal tic slip again. She cleared her throat and adjusted her tone. "I am thirty-two years old this year."
