Huo Tingxiao remained unmoved, while Pei Zhao's wheelchair stopped just centimeters away from him, barely missing a collision.
Fortunately, the elevator was spacious enough to accommodate Pei Zhao's two bodyguards as they followed him inside, and the elevator doors slowly closed.
Pei Zhao smiled, controlling his wheelchair to roll back a step.
"I thought you were here to see me. I got all excited for nothing.
Oh, right, I know a good psychologist. His hypnotherapy is quite effective. If you need, I can introduce him to Mu Lan.
She's suffered memory loss, hasn't she? It must be inconvenient in her daily life, right?"
Huo Tingxiao's jawline was taut, his eyes held a chilling coldness, and he spoke at an even pace.
"There's nothing inconvenient, Mu Lan herself doesn't care."
Pei Zhao's gaze darkened.
"Oh? Is it that she doesn't care, or you won't let her care? But no matter, there's plenty of time ahead. Sooner or later, she will remember everything."
