Xiao Shou immediately sat up and retreated to the inner side of the bed while staring at him.
"Who are you? What did you do to me?"
"What is your name?"
Tushan Qiqi did not answer his question.
Instead, he looked at him with a strange expression and a trace of nostalgia in his eyes as he studied his face.
Xiao Shou could not sense any malice, yet he could not understand what he was thinking.
That look of nostalgia… did he have some connection with the original owner?
Out of habit, he tried to search through the original owner's memories.
But to his shock, his mind was completely blank.
Aside from his own memories, there was nothing else.
Panic and anger surged within him as he demanded, "What did you do to my memories?"
"My memories?" Tushan Qiqi repeated, his expression turning odd.
"I did nothing to you. The reason you fell unconscious for several days is simply the natural reaction after returning something important to me."
