"Huh?"
Wen Jiaren grew more confused as she listened, looking at Mu Qian's inscrutable eyes. Remembering the conversation between him and Ding Chenmo just now, she tentatively asked, "This 'it,' it wouldn't be you, would it?"
Mu Qian looked at her in silence, as crows flew over Wen Jiaren's head, "…It really is you?"
What on earth is going on?
With no knowledge of the past, Wen Jiaren was filled with questions. She tried hard to recall, but couldn't find a shred of memory. Frustrated, she cursed under her breath, "Long Teng, that damn bastard, damn it."
Wen Jiaren was just about to ask Mu Qian what was actually going on, why he drank her blood, and why someone else had to save her afterward. But before she could speak, she saw Long Teng, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, approaching them with Housekeeper Long following behind.
Wen Jiaren couldn't help but wonder if her mouth possessed some kind of magic, saying Cao Cao the moment he appeared?
