"It's impossible, but he lost his memory."
"Lost his memory? What about An'an?" Sheng Ning's first concern was still An'an. This girl is such a little fool—even though her IQ is so high, she's just a blank slate when it comes to emotions, knows nothing at all, and now that she knows, the little hooligan has lost his memory.
"He even forgot An'an?" Sheng Ning suddenly sat up, her waist instantly aching like it was broken, then she immediately fell back into his arms. "Did you guys bring the little hooligan back? What about An'an? Did An'an come back with you?"
"Don't worry, An'an is back." Xu Qigang treated An'an like his own younger sister, so how could he not feel distressed? But he had confidence in Qin Yue, even though he was a bit of a bastard now, whether or not he lost his memory, at his core, the little hooligan wouldn't change.
He had absolute confidence in him; Qin Yue could never betray, nor could he be controlled by anyone.
