As soon as Qi Xingzhi finished speaking, Qi Xingfeng frowned and said, "How did she lose her memory? She grew up in the capital's intermediate school for 17 years. Does she really not remember anything?"
Qi Xingfeng didn't quite understand what amnesia was.
Therefore, he could not accept it. How could she have forgotten the memories of 17 years?
Qi Xingzhi nodded and said, "Yes, Aunt doesn't remember anything. She just knows that her surname is Zhao now. She doesn't remember that she was once called Yan Mian. She can't remember anything about the past."
"How did this happen? How did she lose her memory? How did she get there? Damn it! If I find out who captured her, I'll definitely chop him into minced meat. Damn it—"
Qi Xingfeng gritted his teeth. He was so angry that his face turned red.
"Did they tell you this? Tell me quickly, is he good to our aunt? Is my aunt's child filial to her?"
Qi Xingfeng asked anxiously.
