Li Qinghai looked at Uncle Quan, who was full of vigilance and anger, and was at a loss for words.

Even though he roughly understood that people here tended to forget certain things, it was still too much to forget him after just one night, wasn't it?

Li Qinghai could only helplessly say, "Uncle Quan, it's me, Qingtian."

Uncle Quan waved his hand dismissively, "What Qingtian, daytime, nighttime? I don't know you. Why are you in my house, and what are you up to?"