Qiao Yin knew he had a high IQ, but she hadn't expected that with such brief interaction, he would have detected Number 517's amnesia and homelessness issues.
Indeed, heaven is fair. It took away Lu Lingche's emotional quotient but endowed him with an extraordinarily high intelligence quotient.
"Number 517 is not a burden."
Qiao Yin gently shook her head, "He's just a pitiable person, lost and unable to find the direction in life due to memory loss. Giving him an assistant's position is just to help him through this confused period. Given his situation, he will eventually recover his memory. He won't be my assistant for too long; he has his own life to return to."
"There are so many pitiable people, do you help every one of them? How come I never see you helping me? You help Dongfang Mu, you help Gu Jing, you help vegetative patients, but you don't help me."
"Because you're already strong, you don't need my help."
"I need it!"
