On the rooftop.
"What should we do?" a figure wrapped in a trench coat asked, looking up.
This figure was obviously Half Moon...
However, its current state was not only very angry but also somewhat frantic...
Losing in a war of words just now could be overlooked...
"The infuriating part is, he doesn't even remember me!" Half Moon said angrily.
Another figure stood beside it... This figure had its head lowered, wearing a duckbill hat, with its face almost completely covered. After hearing Half Moon's words, it suddenly let out a cold laugh: "What are you referring to? If he didn't remember, didn't he call your name?"
"I'm not talking about that, I mean... never mind! Let's talk about business!" Half Moon clenched its fist, making a cracking sound, "Anyway... I'll make him remember."
"Business, huh... Speaking of which, is this human trying to get you to fall into a trap?" the figure asked.
"Of course, I figured that out."
