Zhao Jingting was afraid he had really angered her, so he reined in the ruffianish air on his face and sighed helplessly. "Fine, I won't say anything."
"Come on. I'll treat you to something delicious as an apology."
Su Qiao was just about to leave when she heard that, and even the corner of her eye began to twitch.
"Where are we eating?"
"A restaurant? A teahouse? Or that grand, resplendent manor of yours?"
"Let's go..." Zhao Jingting began, but suddenly stopped. His expression turned blank, and then waves of pain shot through his head.
He clutched his head and furrowed his brows tightly.
Seeing this, Su Qiao hurried over to support him. "What's wrong?"
"My head hurts." Zhao Jingting hammered at his head with his fist, his entire face twisting in agony.
Su Qiao quickly scanned their surroundings, then hurriedly helped him over to a rock nearby. "Sit down and rest."
At a time like this, she could no longer worry about extorting food from Su Weixue.
Host, the plot he fabricated himself has come into conflict with reality. He'll probably wake up soon. Why don't we use this opportunity to see if we can seal away part of his memories? You didn't prepare anything. Don't act recklessly.
After all, this involved his head, and it wasn't a pathological condition either. Su Qiao didn't dare act rashly.
She was afraid that one careless move would turn him into a complete idiot.
"How is it? Feeling better?"
This should have been the first time he had suffered something like this, and Su Qiao was a little worried that something might go wrong.
Zhao Jingting's expression calmed somewhat. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Thinking of how he had acted like a spoiled, shameless wastrel just