On the other side.

Inside the spacious and bright suite.

In the small living room connected to the study.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it feel warm and cozy.

Yan Ning and Xie Huaiye sat on a comfortable sofa.

Yan Ning held a workbook in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.

She was thinking about what the doctor had said.

The doctor said that Xie Huaiye should be guided to engage with some familiar things that require thought.

For example, the questions or something.

This may help stimulate him to recover his memory.

"Um……"

Yan Ning put down the booklet and looked at Xie Huaiye, who was sitting quietly beside her.

"How about this?"

Yan Ning tried to soften her voice as much as possible, like coaxing a child:

"Ono, let's do some math problems to get our brains working, okay? They're really easy."

She thought she would start from the very basics.

"OK."

Xie Huaiye nodded, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Yan Ning cleared her throat:

"Here's the question: What is 46 multiplied by 78?"

She deliberately slowed down her speech.

I thought Xie Huaiye might need some time to count on his fingers or do mental arithmetic.

However, she had barely finished speaking

"3588".

A clear voice rang out seamlessly.

Yan Ning suddenly looked up at Xie Huaiye.

"……ah?"

She wondered if she had misheard. "You...how many did you say?"

"3588".

Xie Huaiye repeated it.

The tone was matter-of-fact, as if the answer were as obvious as 1+1=2.

He even tilted his head slightly, looking at Yan Ning's shocked expression, and asked with some confusion:

"Is this problem difficult? I could solve it when I was six years old."

Yan Ning was completely dumbfounded!

His mouth was slightly open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

How...how is this possible?!

He didn't even think about it!

Even if he didn't lose his memory, he couldn't do two-digit multiplication mentally that fast, right?

Yan Ning looked shocked.

Xie Huaiye was a little unhappy.

He pouted, with a hint of childish stubbornness:

"Sister Yan Ning, why are you looking at me like that? Do I look stupid?"

He paused, seemingly spurred on by a surge of competitive spirit:

Are there any even harder questions?