"Well..."
Wei Yuanfan was caught off guard. He adjusted his glasses and answered, "Mr. Song, do you think you created an alternate personality after your surgery?"
He was slightly joking when he asked this question. But when he looked into Song Wenchuan's eyes, he realized he was being serious.
"Are you serious? Mr. Song, to be honest, that is an extremely rare possibility. It's more likely that you were dazed and confused after waking up from a coma..."
Of course, Song Wenchuan understood how ridiculous his question was. So he nodded his head. "Yes, perhaps I'm overthinking."
...
Outside, the sky quickly darkened.
A thin layer of fog formed on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking out from the top floor, the bustling city was slightly hazy.
Song Yaoyao had lost control of her emotions today. Even though she had stopped crying, her eyes were red and swollen like a rabbit's.
