Zhuo Xiangqiao breathed a sigh of relief and said to him, "Don't tell anyone about this."
"What exactly did you suggest to Lin Tianhao at that time?" Wei Ziyun asked curiously. Although he had asked, the person was unwilling to reveal what had been entrusted to him.
Zhuo Xiangqiao glanced at him. There was a guess in his heart, but it was just a guess—confirming it would require asking his mother.
"Did he tell you what the trigger for the hypnosis was?" Zhuo Xiangqiao asked.
"No, that person was unwilling to divulge anything about the events of that year. There were only two people who had come with a photo, asking him to hypnotize the man in the photo," Wei Ziyun shrugged and said.
Although he had asked, the person's lips were sealed tight, and what little he did reveal had taken a Herculean effort to extract.
"So, is that person still abroad?" Zhuo Xiangqiao asked.
Wei Ziyun raised an eyebrow and replied, "Mmm, that person had a stroke a few years ago and is now bedridden."
