Shang Jiudi's desk was now piled high with documents. The sudden influx of work had once again left her bent over her desk for long hours, brows slightly furrowed as she sorted through the plans Chu Han had assigned her and put them into action one by one.
When Chu Han arrived, Shang Jiudi was still writing and sketching nonstop on paper. Occasionally, she revealed the puzzled demeanor of a young woman, seemingly unable to understand certain parts, yet striving to absorb them.
"Peeping again? Are you some kind of peeping tom?" Wang Cai said irritably from outside the window.
"What the hell do you know?" Chu Han shot back. "The joy of peeping, the secret thrill of it—would mortals like you understand?"
"You're the mortal!" Wang Cai cursed.
"Keep your voice down. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"If we get caught, you're the one who'll be in trouble!"
"I'm looking at my own woman in my own home. What am I afraid of?"
"If you're not afraid, then go inside!"
After a round of bickering, Chu Han's expression suddenly turned serious. "Wang Cai, tell me honestly. What was in the twenty percent of memories you recovered?"
Chu Han had been curious about this for a long time. However, he had been tangled up in trivial matters before and had kept overlooking the question.
With the Reforging System restored to twenty percent capability, Wang Cai had gained twenty percent of his memories. That should have meant a major change for him.
"Do you remember Xiao Mengqi and Gao Shaohui both telling you to go to Nansha Port?" Wang Cai did not answer directly, instead abruptly bringing this up.
Chu Han froze. "They're connected?"
"Part of my memories contains information about Nansha Port. Or, more precisely, information about a