When Su Li came in again, she saw her son smiling broadly as he rushed into her arms, saying sorry in a soft, sweet voice.

Looking at Song Xingyao, he couldn't help but show admiration.

Su Li sat opposite her, somewhat incredulous, "I really didn't expect him to tell you so much. Thank you, Xingyao."

"You're welcome. This is my job. And there's nothing wrong with this child. He's just a bit sensitive. You can let him spend more time with Liang Shen so that he can feel more comfortable entrusting you to him."

By the time I finished dealing with Su Li's matter, it was already noon.

Song Xingyao didn't forget her business, so the two of them took Su Nan to a restaurant for a meal.

After ordering the food, he began to ask, "Sister Su Li, I do have something I want to ask you. I've forgotten some things, so I wanted to ask if you know anything about my past in Jiangcheng."

She didn't tell Su Li that she had forgotten all of the past, not just some of it.

After what happened that morning, Su Li wasn't too surprised. She wasn't the type to meddle and didn't intend to delve into why she had lost her memory.

So he took the opportunity to tell Song Xingyao about all the few times he had met her, from their first meeting to their last.

Song Xingyao's expression was nothing but frowning.

Because these unfamiliar memories and her current self are not something a single person could have created, if it weren't for Su Li speaking these words, she would really think the person opposite her was making up a story.

As she listened, she wanted to rush in and slap the woman in the story to wake her up.