"Actually..."
The dancer turned her head to whisper in his ear, her cool breath spreading over his skin.
She said mysteriously, "I've found that the lawyer and the writer couple have marital issues!"
Xu Shuo: "..."
It was like listening to utter nonsense.
She made it sound so mysterious that Xu Shuo thought there might be some reliable clue they needed to investigate together. But this was it.
The news wasn't useless, but it wasn't particularly useful either.
Moreover, rather than sharing a clue, Xu Shuo felt like the dancer was just toying with him—and he was sure not to misjudge this feeling.
Xu Shuo hesitated and said, "That shouldn't be the case, maybe it's just because they both have amnesia now, so their relationship seems a bit off."
The dancer looked at him with a smile, not continuing the topic, but instead asked, "What is your sister doing in the room?"