"Do you remember what you were doing on the night of June 15th, twenty-five years ago?" Shen Guangji’s voice was low, his gaze as cold as ice fixed on the man's face.
Zhang Fu’s pupils constricted violently, and he instinctively recoiled. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't know?" Shen Guangji let out a cold laugh. He leaned in close, the chill of his breath washing over Zhang Fu’s face. "Do I need to drag Fang Xuan in front of you before you remember what to say?"
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