When the man arrived, Dong Huiying was suspiciously looking at Shu Yu. Shu Yu was holding a bag. That sickly fellow had just gone to find Tie Yi, and after returning, there was suddenly a heavy-looking bag in his hand. "What’s this?" Dong Huiying was a bit curious. Shu Yu glanced at her expressionlessly, and then opened the bag, pulling out... a handful of small nails? Next, Shu Yu carried the bag and scattered the small nails handful by handful at the doorway and under the window sill. Then he poured some oil onto the nails outside. Dong Huiying was in a bit of a daze. "This..." What was this reckless ghost doing? Shu Yu boldly said, "This oil makes it slippery. If someone with ill intentions slips and falls, these nails on the ground will certainly give him a hard time." His lips curled slightly, clearly indicating that his intentions were not what they seemed. Dong Huiying cast a doubtful glance at him, unaware that while he was doing such wicked things, her amnesiac elder brother was watching him expressionlessly. At this moment, Dong Huiying noticed the visitor, "Zhichen?" She smiled, took a step forward, and was about to walk towards the man, but Shu Yu pulled her back. Shu Yu: "Not afraid to die? Or do you want to slip and fall and have a hard time too?" Afterward, Shu Yu looked at his elder brother, knowing that this person would eventually come over. Well, the nails were ready, and with the current simple conditions, without Shujun’s durian or Yixuan’s washboard, he had to rely on himself to think of a way. Outside the house, Liang Zhichen barely touched the ground, effortlessly crossing the slippery surface and scattered nails. He landed in front of Dong Huiying, then glanced at Shu Yu. There was an instinct that Shu Yu’s mention of ’someone with ill intentions’ seemed to be referring to himself? He withdrew his gaze and then looked at Dong Huiying, "I’m here for something." She raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you don’t visit without a reason." Recalling his cold attitude over the past two days, which was slightly better last night, but overall not very warm, she couldn’t help but feel a bit discouraged. However, lightly pinching her palm, she smiled again. Anyway, just wait for another day or two. Yesterday, she had cast a peculiar spell on the man, one capable of restoring his memories. "Sit down," she pointed to the nearby table and walked over first. The man followed her and was about to sit down when suddenly a creaking sound echoed. The man turned his head, only to see the sickly fellow dragging away the chair, looking at him with an indifferent expression. "Better to stand, this chair is only for the Liang family to sit on." The implication was that his elder brother has forgotten everything, and unless he remembers, he can’t sit on the chair. "This is Mist Capital!" The man’s expression turned cold. Shu Yu suddenly smiled, "So, it’s a guest. Is this domineering behavior the way Mist Capital treats its guests?" He looked at Dong Huiying, only to see the girl in purple observing her nose and minding her own business, appearing very quiet while sipping the cold tea in front of her. Forget it, being the magnanimous one, he decided not to argue with petty people. Looking at Liang ’petty’ Shu Yu, he calmly stated his purpose, "Has anyone ever died in the Liang family?" Before Dong Huiying could speak, Shu Yu quickly interjected, "This is a private matter of our Liang family." His elder brother didn’t recognize him, didn’t recognize the family head, and had been gone for so long, he wanted his elder brother to experience the suffocating feeling.