Half of Anbers's body was wedged in a load-bearing wall. Seething with indignation, he kept swearing.
"She's an ill-mannered little beast. Treating her is an absolute disaster, an absolute disaster!! But it's quite a challenge, isn't it? Heh... Shit!"
Anbers seemed on the verge of losing his mind with rage.
Xie De noticed that the music room had returned to its original state, as though no fight had ever taken place. The piano stood there completely intact, and even the vase on top still held its wilted flowers.
Clearly, Jialina had used her authority over her domain. Fighting someone on her own turf was not a wise choice.
With some effort, Xie De pulled Anbers out of the wall and earnestly advised him, "Anbers, calm down. I just saw someone who looked exactly like her. I don't think this is as simple as it seems."
Anbers straightened his top hat and the black robe he wore, becoming a proper gentleman once more. Behind them, the spot where he had been trapped returned to normal in an instant.
"Of course it isn't simple," Anbers said matter-of-factly. "Is anyone here simple? She's sick in the head, and quite seriously, too. You have to believe me. I'll cure her. I will cure her. There are just a few difficulties involved."
"You believe me, don't you, old friend?"
Xie De had almost forgotten that, in a certain sense, Anbers was a bona fide lunatic himself.
"Of... course?"
Xie De suddenly began to question whether calling Anbers over had been the right decision.
Anbers nodded in satisfaction and swaggered outside, bristling with aggression.
"Speaking of which, I need to see how they're getting on with preparing the room. I hope they haven't broken my medicine bottles. Make no mistake, they're careless. Last time, Wei Yunmo