186, For your own safety, do not mention the name Xiao Nuo anymore.

,"But what does this have to do with me?" Titus Zane frowned in confusion.

Jon was sitting in the armchair opposite her, with a small round table between them. He rested his arms on the table, leaning his upper body forward slightly, his expression serious.

"That's the suspicious part."

Suspicious?

Titus Zane became even more puzzled, and Jon began to analyze it step by step for her.

"This woman named Abigail Zimmerman said before that you were the daughter of..." Jon stopped mid-sentence, furrowing his brow as if trying to remember something carefully. Chinese names were somewhat difficult for Jon to recall.

"Xiao Nuò," Titus Zane interjected helpfully.

"Oh, right, right, right," Jon said several times, pointing his slender finger at Titus Zane, "Exactly, Xiao Nuò."