Countdown to Simulated Life Shortened

"What do you think, Feng Tingyu?" Noble Consort Wan sat upright on the chair, looking at Feng Tingyu coldly.

Feeling the pressure, Feng Tingyu trembled slightly, quickly got up, half-knelt and bowed, and said, "Mistress."

"Were you captured by No One?" Noble Consort Wan spoke.

Feng Tingyu quickly replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"Who is No One?" Noble Consort Wan looked at Feng Tingyu and asked this question.

As soon as this question came out, Feng Tingyu's body froze, as if he had been locked in place. He remained motionless, his brain experiencing intense pain. He collapsed, unable to stop trembling.

Noble Consort Wan frowned slightly, watching this scene without any reaction, waiting quietly.

After a moment, Feng Tingyu was drenched in sweat, as if he had been dragged out of the water, wet all over. He raised his head, looked at Noble Consort Wan, and shook his head, "Mistress, I can't remember."

"Is that so?"