Yan Luoxi was very guarded, even her psychologist, Dr. Xu, couldn't pry anything from her mouth, let alone Shen Jue, a low-level hypnotist.
Yan Luoxi's gaze was vacant; even hearing Shen Jue's command, her lips remained tightly shut like a clam.
Shen Jue lost patience and pressed again, "Speak, who exactly is Buhui?"
It was late at night, and all was quiet around. The red Ferrari sat like a ghost under the shade of a tree, its emergency lights flickering like the eyes of a beast. Yan Luoxi sat in the passenger seat, showing no response to Shen Jue's instructions.
Shen Jue didn't want to harm her, only to confirm Buhui's true identity from her mouth.
In reality, she didn't need to do this because she was almost certain that Buhui was Gu Qian, but she didn't want to take revenge on the wrong person, which is why she went to the trouble of hypnotizing Yan Luoxi.
