C1127 It's Not Me

"What?" Zhong Wen was thunderstruck, standing frozen in place, completely bewildered.

"Don't you know?" Feng Qingyu looked at him with a hint of surprise. "According to this young lady's memories, it seems you two have a history."

"I am acquainted with a Feng Qingyu who is fond of writing novels, and she bears an uncanny resemblance to you