The Dharma Cultivator had lost his memory before? He also had a brain disease? Song Lin's heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly had a crazy and bold idea brewing in her heart.
Song Lin couldn't understand anything more professional. She walked out of the door and called Song Jian in a low voice." Hello?" Dad, I want a few of the best psychiatrist, hmm... Get two more psychologists over here, the sooner the better. Just come to the address I sent you."
Putting away her phone, Song Lin took a deep breath and entered the Dharma Cultivator's room again.
This time, she took the phone that the Dharma Cultivator had placed next to her pillow. The phone seemed to have been bought not long ago, and there was no password. She easily swiped it to unlock the interface.
Song Lin opened the chat app.
