The few people all looked at each other in confusion, not having any idea what was going on.
Finally, it was Xiao Jinghuai who reacted first, "Exactly how old are you?"
The man's gaze was both hollow and charming, seemingly containing a multitude of worldly things, "I don't remember anymore."
Xiao Jinghuai, always a materialist and a believer in technology, wouldn't have believed these things if he hadn't seen them himself, "Are you mentally unstable?"
"Heh." The man smiled broadly, "Maybe. Why don't you tie me up and send me to a mental hospital?"
Xiao Jinghuai hadn't expected him to admit it so openly, making him feel a bit at a loss, "Before that, would you please restore Song Song to her original state? Where is that National Master?"
"…There's no such thing as a National Master. Do you really think there's painless cosmetic surgery?" The man suddenly countered very smoothly.
Xiao Jinghuai suddenly became quite confused, "Then what on earth is happening?"
