His violet eyes were deep and enigmatic as he carefully observed Xiao Jinsheng's reactions.
He noticed that aside from confusion and bewilderment, all that remained was fear.
"If you can't remember, I can help you recall." Mo Jiao stepped forward.
Xiao Jinsheng clutched Que Zelian's belt tightly, retreating alongside him.
"Mo Jiao, don't act recklessly." Que Zelian's expression darkened, his gaze dangerous as he looked at Mo Jiao.
"Why are you all so tense? It's not like I'm planning to look into her memories." Mo Jiao scanned the five people, all exceptionally wary of him.
"Aren't you good at hypnotism?" Mo Jiao turned to Huaiqing. "I don't need to see her memories, but I must know what she did seven days ago."
"Whether you've purposefully forgotten or accidentally forgotten, I need to know." Mo Jiao's gaze lingered on Xiao Jinsheng with a faint smile.
Xiao Jinsheng puffed up her face, her fair cheeks flushed with anger.
