"I'll look for it, my memory is a bit hazy..." Xia Wan'an feigned sudden forgetfulness, flipping through her diary. She searched for a while before speaking again: "Ah, I found it, here... Aside from being severely traumatized, I've always suspected that Xiaoxiao has memory loss. Today, while I was treating Xiaoxiao, she suddenly started to speak. She said, Mommy..."
Before Xia Wan'an could finish her sentence, a lit lighter was thrown at her.
The flame touched the diary in her hands, and the diary instantly caught fire. Xia Wan'an instinctively cried out and threw the diary at the feet of Han Qingqing.
A night breeze happened to pass by, causing the burning pages of the diary to flutter loudly. Each page was blank.
Han Qingqing then realized she had been duped.
At the same time, Xia Wan'an, standing not far from her, spoke up: "So, do you have anything else to say? Q?"
