Qiao Nan had completely lost her voice, a look of nervousness and panic on her face, her body rigid as she stood frozen in place for quite a while.
Gu Zhiqi did not speak again, but picked up the teacup from the table and gently took a sip.
About half a minute later, Qiao Nan finally regained her composure, a casual smile returning to the corners of her mouth, "The things Miss Gu mentioned, I really don’t remember."
"It’s okay if you don’t remember, I asked you here for another matter," Gu Zhiqi placed the teacup on the coffee table and looked up at Qiao Nan.
Qiao Nan looked back at Gu Zhiqi, "May I ask what matter Miss Gu has called me here for?"
Gu Zhiqi: "On someone’s behalf, to help her retrieve her body that was taken."
As soon as Gu Zhiqi’s words fell, the smile at the corner of Qiao Nan’s mouth stiffened, her complexion changed drastically, and she hastily stepped two paces backwards, turning to run out of the door.
Qiao Nan moved as fast as she could, nearly reaching the resting room.
Just as Qiao Nan reached the doorway, the door to the resting room closed on its own.
Qiao Nan reached out to pull the doorknob, but before she could touch it, her arm was grasped.
Before she could react, her face was pressed against the door, her arm seized, and no matter how she struggled, she could not break free.
With the person pressed against the door, Gu Zhiqi leaned slightly forward, getting close to Qiao Nan’s ear and whispered, "Where were you going? Qiao... oh, I should call you Miss Meng."
As Gu Zhiqi spoke, Meng Xiao, the resident within Qiao Nan’s body, pupils dilated in shock, "You... who are you? How do you know?"
Panic was evident in her tone.
"Besides being a celebrity, Miss Meng is also a Mystic Master, right?" Gu Zhiqi smiled, her lips curled as she watched Meng Xiao.
"You... who exactly are you?" Meng Xiao’s body trembled uncontrollably as she valiantly struggled to break free, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape. Even when she activated her secret technique to flee, it failed to work at that moment.
"We could be considered half colleagues," Gu Zhiqi responded offhandedly.
"You... umph." Before Meng Xiao could finish her sentence, she felt a blow to her neck, grunted, and then her eyes closed as she fainted.
Looking at Gu Zhiqi who had tossed the person back onto the sofa, Gu Mengyang’s eyes filled with confusion, "The thing you just said was..."
Before he could finish, he saw a purple flower appear out of nowhere in Gu Zhiqi’s hand.
Gu Mengyang had seen Gu Zhiqi conjure things out of thin air many times before, but he couldn’t help being startled every time.
After a pause, he continued, "You just mentioned a stolen body? Is it really possible for someone to take over someone else’s body in this world?"
Gu Mengyang was not at all concerned about whether Qiao Nan’s body had truly been taken by someone; he didn’t care who had taken her body, either. He was only interested in the concept of body-snatching itself.
If it was truly possible for someone to take over another person’s body, then the little girl from the past two years must have had her body taken over, right?
In earlier years, Yu Shuling would often brainwash her family in the group chat that the little girl hadn’t lost her memory, insisting she must have been body-swapped or soul-swapped into the otherworld.
Initially, Gu Mengyang thought Yu Shuling’s claims were preposterous.
Gradually, he couldn’t help but wonder if soul swapping really existed in the world.
But doubt as he might, there was still a part of him that didn’t believe it.
Now, however, it seemed that such things might indeed exist in the world.
If the little girl’s body had indeed been occupied these past two years, then where had she gone?
And who had taken over her body?
Would that person come again in the future to snatch the little girl’s body?