Tang Zheng ascended onto the second-floor balcony, observing Mu Nianqi.
"I have to go, we can chat later!"
Tang Zheng hung up the call, putting his phone into his pocket. Across from him, Mu Nianqi had already awoken in the bushes.
"That bastard Tang Zheng, he didn't hold back." Mu Nianqi spotted herself lying within the bushes and cursed. However, her face soon revealed a puzzled expression, "Eh, he said that I would forget the misunderstandings, but I can clearly remember everything?"
"What exactly is that metal rod? Forget? Could it erase memories? Hmm, didn't it work?" Mu Nianqi was quite quick-witted. She felt like she had seen that metal rod somewhere before. It only took her a few minutes to think of this possibility, but she didn't show it. Instead, she put on a bewildered expression.
