Chapter 78 Pei Yanqing_1

In the increasingly peculiar gaze of the old lady, Fu Qian carried the person all the way home and carefully laid them on the sofa.

What to do now?

Looking at the unconscious Pei Yanqing on the sofa, Fu Qian fell into deep thought.

If her mind had indeed been wiped clean, wouldn't that be akin to spiritual murder on my part?

But how to save her? At the moment, my means for addressing this are really quite limited.

Use the Tyrant's Fist to whip her a few times in a fight poison with poison strategy? The high likelihood of making things worse aside, her delicate body certainly wouldn't withstand it.

To persist with the mistake and shine the Idiot's Halo on her for a few hours, making her into a complete fangirl, then commanding her to live like a normal person?

Such Matryoshka doll-like behavior, which exists only in theory, is even less acceptable; besides, it is essentially like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—not my style at all.