"I don't know." Mou Xiao gazed at the deserted island, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, yet he couldn't recall anything.
However, there was a special feeling in his heart, as if something here was calling out to him.
"Where exactly are you?" Mo Jun continued questioning.
"I'll have someone send it to you." After finishing, Mou Xiao was about to hang up the phone.
"Wait." Mo Jun quickly interjected, "Mr. Mou, I have developed a potion to restore memory, how do you suggest I give it to you?"
"Really? I will send someone to pick it up." With that, Mou Xiao hung up.
"Brother, is this really Ansheng Group's main headquarters?" Xing Yan looked at the island scattered with castle ruins and expressed his doubt.
This place is so desolate, with not a single soul around, how could it be Ansheng Group's main headquarters?
"That's what the information says." Mou Xiao replied.
