Yu Ruowei turned around and criticized sharply, "Twenty yuan for a latte, why don't you just grab it? Your name isn't on the sign, I won't let you go!"

She couldn't survive even a single day of this life of being penniless and looked down upon by others.

After some dispute with the clerk, when Yu Ruowei turned around, Xiang Yuang was no longer at the door of the company.

The Demon Hunters were indeed professional, acting so quickly? Didn't she tell them not to do it in a busy area?

Never mind. It wasn't her who was caught on camera anyway, so if the Witcher got arrested and put in jail, it wouldn't have anything to do with her...

Yu Ruowei was thinking with glee as she stood up to leave. However, she had only taken a few dozen steps when a bodyguard in black covered her mouth and dragged her into an alley.

“Mmm, mmm…”

…

When Xiang Weiang woke up, there were more than a dozen doctors in white coats surrounding his bed. His nose was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, which made him want to vomit.

"You? Tsk, I should have known there were no conscience buyers in the black market. You want to eat all you can without money, right?"

He moved his wrists, cracking his knuckles, and walked towards the middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The well-trained bodyguard immediately stepped forward to block.

Xiang Zhanhui: "...I am your father."

Xiang Yuang sneered: "Old Deng, are you pretending to be numb? Do you think I believe it? I am still your grandfather!"

He walked around the bodyguards and headed towards the door, his expression visibly anxious. It was all his fault for being too careless and allowing these scum an opportunity to take advantage of him.

The owner must have been terribly worried when he couldn't find him after leaving the company. He might even have misunderstood him as a deliberate escape and become disillusioned with him...

Horrible guesses kept popping up in my mind.

Xiang Yuang didn't even bother to deal with the scum who had harmed him. He only wanted to find his master as soon as possible, explain the whole matter to him, and beg for forgiveness.

Xiang Zhanhui raised his hand speechlessly.

"Take him."

Half an hour later, Xiang Yuang, who was forcibly chained to the hospital bed, finally calmed down a little.

The doctors examined him repeatedly, then shook their heads helplessly, "Chairman Xiang, we're not sure when Young Master Xiang's memory will recover."

"Perhaps showing him some old photos, favorite things, or having loved ones around him would help him regain his memory."

Xiang Zhanhui pressed the remote control and the bed rose up. The assistant immediately stepped forward and played all the video recordings of the young master from childhood to adulthood in a loop.

Not only family photos and group photos, Xiang Zhanhui even intercepted the surveillance footage outside the villa and inside the company, hoping that these things would be useful to his son.

"Oh, how boring! Lao Deng, I'm warning you, let me see my master immediately!"

Xiang Yu'ang glanced at the shackles on his hands and thought that the quality was quite good. He would give two back to his master later. His master would definitely praise him.

"Don't waste your energy. I can't possibly acknowledge a thief as my father... Unless you take me to find my master and apologize to her sincerely, if she agrees, I can reluctantly acknowledge you as my godfather..."

Xiang Zhanhui, a teenage demon who had always been a respectable and shrewd entrepreneur, was so angry at his rebellious son that his veins were throbbing and his lips were trembling.

"I'm your biological father, and you, a bastard, still want me to recognize you?!"

Xiang Yuang spitted out: "Bah!"

Photos and videos were projected on the screen, recording him from infancy to the age of sixteen, with a vague shadow of Xiang Yuang appearing between his eyebrows and eyes.

Tsk, AI face-changing is getting more and more advanced these days. Do you think you can fool him like this? Dream on!

Xiang Yuang was too lazy to look, his eyes lowered to ponder whether he could escape by breaking his hand. Would his master dislike a crippled succubus with a broken hand? His perfect hand...

I will never be able to touch my master again...

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from the video——

"I would rather die than form a pact with a human!"

"I, Xiang Yuang, would rather die of heat in heat, be hacked to death as a monster, or starve to death sleeping in the open air than accept a bond!"