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編輯: Henyee Translations
Dou Kui's eyes abruptly bulged as his entire body shrunk while quivering.
"Do you still remember Qiao Lin, the crown prince consort's younger sister," the crown prince asked apathetically. "Speak, why did you want to buy the crown prince consort's younger sister back then?"
Even though it was the crown prince asking him, how would Dou Kui still remember something that had happened so many years ago? Besides, his entire body was in an extremely bad state right now, and his breathing was disjointed, as if he would breathe his last anytime.
A cold light flitted across the crown prince's eyes. "You're not willing to speak?"
While listening on the side, Ao'ye couldn't help but hang his head with a twitching mouth.
This Dou Kui might not remember, since it had happened seven to eight years ago after all.