Mu Anxiao looked helplessly at Zhang Yan, who was acting like a rogue in the guise of an old man, and said, "You asked me to do it, and now you're blaming me."
"You suddenly acted without telling me the reason, which caused me to get my clothes dirty and the carpet dirty. You'll pay for it."
"Even if I told you, this carpet wouldn't be spared," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at the pool of black liquid on the carpet.
"I don't care, you have to compensate me," Zhang Yan argued unreasonably.
Mu Anxiao sighed softly and looked at Uncle Chen, who was stirring. "Alright."
"You haven't taken his memories yet?" Zhang Yan's attitude was unpleasant.
"When I was casting the spell, I also altered his memories. He'll only remember everything that happened before as vague dreams, including the strange things that happened to him in the past two days. He won't recall them."
Zhang Yan looked at the carpet with feigned heartache, sobbing twice. "Do you remember him?"
"As I said, I only changed his memories. I, you, and he all remember. It's just that he might not remember why he came here. This," Mu Anxiao scratched her forehead, "you'll have to help me figure it out, because it's in your room."
"Simple," Zhang Yan said, snapping his fingers. The refrigerator door instantly flew open, and several cans of beer flew out on their own.
Mu Anxiao looked at Zhang Yan in surprise and asked, "What is this?" Her gaze followed the beer cans to the coffee table.
"A type of alcohol here. When he wakes up, we'll say he drank too much," Zhang Yan said, glaring at Uncle Chen, who was lying on the sofa, with pure hatred in his eyes. "He can clean it up for me."
"That's a good plan," Mu Anxiao said, pointing at the door. "I'll be going now."
"You're not allowed to leave," Zhang Yan said with a cold expression.
"Is something wrong?" Mu Anxiao felt a sense of foreboding.
"Stay here and don't move," Zhang Yan commanded Mu Anxiao sternly.
Helpless, Mu Anxiao obeyed and stood in place.
"Stand properly," Zhang Yan pointed at Mu Anxiao, then bent down to pick up a can of beer and opened it.
Mu Anxiao asked softly, "Isn't it supposed to be him who drank too much? Why are you drinking?"
"Sister, are you really stupid or just pretending? If I don't open a few cans and drink, do you think he'll believe it when he wakes up?"
"You could pour it out. What if you get drunk like this?" Mu Anxiao worried.
"This can of alcohol is very expensive. Wouldn't it be a waste to pour it out?" Zhang Yan said, taking a drink.
Mu Anxiao swallowed and walked to the coffee table, picking up a can of beer. "I'll drink it."
"Don't drink it, you won't be able to stand the taste."
"It can't be worse than baijiu," Mu Anxiao said, looking down at the can of beer. "How do I open it?"
"You'd better put it down. How old are you? If this guy, who's a teacher, sees you drinking, he'll scold you," Zhang Yan said, reaching out with one hand to snatch the beer from Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao remained in the pose of holding the beer and asked, "Then what can I do? Anyway," she glanced at the carpet, "I'm not cleaning."
"Who told you to clean?" Zhang Yan said while drinking.
Mu Anxiao wiped her nose and retreated to the dining table, sitting down.
At the restaurant, Feng Qishi and his parents had finished their meal. After seeing off the guests, Feng Qishi suddenly thought of Mu Anxiao and said, "Um, I'm not going home tonight."