"Mr. Shixin?" The voice on the other end was noticeably surprised, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps.
"I'm the one who dialed his number," Honglian leaned over and said, "I'm right next to him, you don't have to worry about him stealing my phone."
"...Fine, if there's no email appointment, I won't answer your call next time."
Abigail's reluctant concession seemed to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
"Are you back at headquarters yet?" Chen Xuan asked.
"Not yet, I'm on the ship to Return Island now. But this is the organization's ship, so it's better to be cautious. I just found a quiet place, you can speak now if there's something you need."
Using a ship?
He thought she would take a private jet back.
"Here's the thing... I want you to help me fix something." He also moved to a corner of the store and whispered, "Your ability can return objects to their previous state, right?"
"It does have that effect, but it's not applicable to all objects."
"For example?"
