The Yin Messenger in a suit said, "Why don't you just erase his memories?"
You don't understand. Mu Anxiao said mentally.
The Yin Messenger in a suit rolled his eyes and said, "Alright then, I'll find you later." With that, he vanished.
Mu Anxiao sighed faintly and looked back at Uncle Chen.
However, Uncle Chen's expression had grown serious since he started making the call.
"What's wrong?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Uncle Chen took his phone away from his ear and said, "That's strange, it's not connecting."
"Right, Feng Qishi knows the way," Mu Anxiao said excitedly.
"Okay, I'll ask," Uncle Chen replied, and began looking for Feng Qishi's number in his contacts.
At this moment, Feng Qishi got out of the car with the woman and walked into a restaurant.
"You need to behave yourself later. The other party is a business friend of your father's."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi stopped and said, "Then I won't go." As he spoke, he casually put a hand in his pocket and accidentally answered the phone.
On the other end, Uncle Chen deliberately put the call on speaker: "Hello, Qishi..."
He had only spoken halfway when a woman's voice came from the other end of the line.
"What are you doing?" the woman said, stopping and turning to look at Feng Qishi.
"Since he's a business friend of my father's, why should I meet him? Anyway, I'll never inherit the Feng family. You take me..."
"He has a daughter four years older than you. If possible, I hope you can get along with her."
"Why should I?" Feng Qishi asked angrily.
The woman stepped forward and grabbed Feng Qishi's arm. "It's because you're quiet and don't like to interact with people. Of course, if you had any talent in this area, I wouldn't have to worry about you."
"I just introduced you to my friend, so," Feng Qishi said, shaking off the woman's grip, "you don't need to worry about me."
"I think that woman was hired by you," the woman said cuttingly.
Feng Qishi's expression remained unchanged. He said calmly, "She's my friend. I met her today. What about it?"
"Just keep lying to me, Feng Qishi. Don't think I don't know that you do nothing all day but study. Your brain is so dull from studying. Today, I'm arranging important matters for you, and tomorrow you'll go on a date."
"Are you my mother?" Feng Qishi growled.
The woman's eyes widened, and she cast a glance at the people around them, then whispered, "Of course not. In other words, since you were sent to the Feng family, you can forget about freedom; that's a dream."
"Again...."
On the other end of the phone, Mu Anxiao had heard everything clearly.
"Hang it up," she said.
"Wait a moment, he'll realize it soon," Uncle Chen said, looking at Mu Anxiao.
"Hang it up," Mu Anxiao said, grabbing Uncle Chen's wrist. "Take me to see him. I think you know where he is."
"You..." Uncle Chen said, hanging up the phone. "If you go with me, his difficult mother will definitely be rude to you. Can you handle it?"
In those fifty years, Mu Anxiao had heard all sorts of words. The mocking remarks from Feng Qishi's mother couldn't hurt her.
"Let's go," she said simply.
"Alright then, I'll make a call," Uncle Chen said, and began looking for Feng's father's phone number again.
A moment later, Uncle Chen dialed Feng's father.
"Hello, old Feng."