Jian Yufei hardly had time to rejoice at his initiative when a bucket of cold water was poured over her.
She asked seriously, "Ansel, why do you think there's something wrong with the medicine?"
Ansel said sternly, "While you were unconscious, they injected you with this drug every day. I suspect this drug may impair people's memory."
Jian Yufei was shocked—
She gripped Ansel's shoulders, pushing him away slightly, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
"Really? I thought my memory loss was due to brain trauma…"
Ansel nodded, "I also always thought your memory loss was caused by a head injury, but this is also my guess. Whether it's really because of this drug or not, we still need to test it."
Jian Yufei's gaze fell on the medicine bottle; she was already certain it was because of this drug.
Angered, she gritted her teeth, "What does that old fart mean by this! I'm going to settle the score with him now!"
"Don't go!" Ansel grabbed her hand, "You can't confront Grandpa Zeng."
