Backward food culture

His previous identity?

Yue manzhu's eyes were dark, and the smile on his face was slightly restrained.

He looked deeply at Anlan Xintong. His gaze locked onto her eyes, only to discover that her eyes were clear, as if she really wanted to understand him.

"I can't remember a lot of things from the past," Yue manzhu said lightly.

Hearing Yue manzhu's words, Anlan Xintong's eyes dimmed.

She knew that this young master Yue had not forgotten, but he did not trust her, and would not tell her these things.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and the room was very quiet.

Anlan Xintong's hands clutched the teacup tightly. She actually wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Perhaps it was because it was him that she was so nervous and careful.

Anlan Xintong felt that her brain wasn't as quick as before.

Yue manzhu looked at an LAN Xintong. Her small movements had all fallen into his eyes.