C400 The Guilty Meng Yifan

"Sir?" The man chuckled softly at the word, "Sweetheart, don't you remember me?"

His voice carried a certain softness, lacking a touch of rugged masculinity. Xiaowu's heart skipped a beat. Being called "sweetheart" by this person felt oddly unsettling.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You just got back, didn't you? And already you've forgotten me..