Her attention was instantly drawn over. She recognized it—these were the ten questions that bastard wrote that day!
Back then that guy's emotions had been shredded by what she said, and he'd torn the question sheets to pieces without even wanting them anymore.
When Qian came out her own emotions were on the verge of collapse, so she didn't notice these details. She never expected Yu Minglang to have collected all that guy's questions.
She'd only gone back-and-forth with him on the first few questions; she had no idea what he said later. Qian read through them one by one. When she saw the last one, she frowned.
This question was actually:
Chen Xiaoqian, who gave you your life?
This question...
Really weird. Why would the other party suddenly ask that? Is that even a question? Her life was given by her mother and that scumbag father.
