st. She reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to appear as delicate and harmless as possible. "Hanchuan ge, believe me, I'm worried because I know she came back to Meng Huisuo after being released f...As Milan felt his movements, the smile on her face instantly froze.

"Zehan, what's wrong with you"

"It's nothing," Ye Zehan reminded her in a deep voice. "Let's sit down and talk properly about whatever it is. I also have some questions for you."

Saying that, he reached out and touched the light switch on the wall. He turned off the colored lights first, then turned on the incandescent bulb.

With a snap, the room suddenly lit up.

Milan momentarily couldn't adjust to the sudden burst of light. His eyes squinted, and he raised his hand to shield them from the brightness.

"Come here."

Ye Zehan instructed her in a low voice.

Milan pressed her lips together, a nameless nervousness creeping into her heart.

But she still took steps towards Ye Zehan, her eyes nervously watching him, "What's wrong with you You look so down."

Saying that, she tightly grasped Ye Zehan's arm and gently shook it, begging, "Why are you being so serious Just smile."

Whenever she did this, Ye Zehan would always soften his heart, or come to coax her.

Yet, now Ye Zehan's handsome face was cold, his eyes hiding many surging emotions.

"Milan, aren't you hiding something from me"

When she heard his words, Milan's smile froze instantly. "Kanzawa, what do you mean by that What do you mean by keeping it from you"

"Am I really called Ye Zehan" He emphasized his words, asking her deliberately.

Milan was stunned for a long time, her eyes full of astonishment. After a long while, she stammered and asked,

"Zehan, what do you mean by that"

"Do you know Yua" Ye Zehan stared at her intently, his voice heavy as he asked.

Upon hearing this, Milan's face suddenly turned grim, and her eyes looking at Ye Zehan were filled with a hint of panic.

"Zehan, why do you ask this question"

"Answer me," Ye Zehan emphasized, stressing each syllable.

His gaze upon Milan was intense, as if he wanted to etch every feature of her face into his memory.

Just that one glance sent Milan's heart racing with fear.

She cleared her throat, but deliberately maintained her composure, explaining in a measured tone, "Zehan, I don't know who you met or what they told you."

"But me, I really don't know A-wei, and you do too, so please don't listen to what those people are saying."

"But why would I look exactly like He Hanchuan" Ye Zehan asked her in a low voice.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," Milan replied seriously. "Books say that there are indeed people who look exactly alike in the world, and the probability of this is real."

"And are you so sure that you and He Hanchuan look exactly the same Maybe you just have similar features. Your work styles and appearances are very different, so don't listen to what they say."

After hearing Milan's words, a hint of hesitation appeared in He Hanchuan's eyes.

She makes a few valid points.

If there had ever truly been a "Waiman" in his world, how could he have forgotten her completely

Just then, Milan placed his hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly, "Kanchuan, don't overthink it. If you were to lose your memory, wouldn't you forget everything from your childhood But you remember it so clearly now. You are the little prince of H Country, and we were betrothed as children."

Yes...

Realizing this, Ye Zehan's eyes narrowed slightly, dispelling some doubts in his heart.

He remembers everything about his childhood, the stories of growing up in country h from a young age.

I don't remember having the slightest bit of connection with the people here.

"Mm." Ye Zehan lightly nodded. "Perhaps."

"So don't overthink it." Milan moved closer, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We barely get to see each other, so don't waste time. I ordered some wine, come have a few glasses with me."

Ye Zehan looked at the bottles of wine on her table, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

But before he could say anything, Milan had already taken his hand and led him towards the private room.

……

At the same time, W向 also arrived at the bar with Menglan.

To avoid drawing too much attention, they had dressed up carefully, dyeing their original black hair in colorful hues. They wore exquisite heavy makeup on their faces and donned sizzling hot skirts. It was a complete departure from their usual image as powerful women.

Meng Lan brought Xiang Wan to the bar and sat down, reaching out to tap a finger on the counter.

"Oh, isn't this Director Xiang and Miss Meng" The waiter saw them and a faint smile curved his lips. "I haven't seen you two in such a long time. What wind brought you here today"

"Cut the chatter," Meng Lan glared at him, her voice low and commanding. "We're just sitting here alone. You better make us drinks first, just like before, no substitutions."

Okay!

The waiter readily agreed.

While A-wai's gaze frantically scanned the surroundings, she still couldn't see that figure. She couldn't help but feel anxious, "It's already this time, Ye Zehan definitely arrived long ago, but he hasn't come out yet, and we don't know which private room he's trapped in."

Don't worry.

Meng Lan gently patted her shoulder and comforted, “Let's wait a little longer, we’re sure to see his trace.”

"Hmm." Xiang Wan pursed her lips and softly agreed.

So far, that's all we can do.

Soon, the waiter carefully placed two drinks in front of them. "General Xiang, Miss Meng, these are your favorite drinks from usual. Please try them."

"Thank you," Xiang Wan softly replied.

She took the drink, tilted her head back slightly, and drank deeply.

After waiting for about half an hour, Ye Zehan still hadn't come out.

This can't go on.

Just when A-wei was anxiously and distressed, a drunk man suddenly walked over, reached out and gripped her arm tightly, grinning lewdly and said,

"Wow, there's a stunning beauty right here, you guys have to see this! She's absolutely gorgeous!"

"Let go!" Xiang Wan's eyes were filled with a hint of annoyance.

"You say let go, just let go What's the reason" The man smirked and sneered, "Look at you all dressed up, so flamboyant. Aren't you doing this just for us to watch Now pretending to be innocent"

Towards Evening's eyes grew heavy, and she fell silent.

But she emanated a cold aura, revealing her displeasure. moment, then pointed at him for a long time, her face flushed red with anger, but she couldn't say anything."Mom, what are you doing here" Jiang Qingran rolled her wheelchair to her side, her eyes st...