"Mr.... Mr. Fang, what is that?"
The next morning, when Wen Li personally called Fu Qian for breakfast, she saw the hexagonal iron cage on his head and her mouth gaped wide enough to swallow a fist.
Was it really that scary? She had even called me by my real name.
Fu Qian touched the towering headcage, which almost reached the ceiling.
Indeed, after getting up in the morning, he had specifically returned to the warehouse to fetch the Sweet Dream Cage.
The look right now was a bit eerie.
"A self-closure tool."
Seeing the uncertain look in Wen Li's eyes, Fu Qian blurted out some nonsense.
"Want to give it a try?"
"No, thanks..."
Wen Li waved her hands nervously, but the next moment she let out a curious sound.
"This is really strange, I can't sense your emotions at all now."
Well, of course, this thing was known to block out all prying eyes, and even if it was just a tall tale, blocking out a tiny emotion sensor was no problem.
"I told you, it's a self-closure tool."
