But who could have predicted that Mo Shiche, despite his amnesia, would still fall in love with Sheng Tang.
Muo Huangnian.
Mo Shiche.
Sheng Feng chewed over these two names with cold mockery.
If one really had to say it, are they still brothers, huh.
...
Mo Shiche returned to the villa, where Luo Qiangwei had already taken her nutritional supplements, sitting on the sofa with her head down and her eyes closed, resting, until a servant called for Young Master. Only then did she open her eyes.
Then she stood up, her eyes fixed intently on the man approaching her.
It was as if she was slightly hopeful, waiting for him to give her a result—
Mo Shiche walked up to Luo Qiangwei, naturally reaching out to brush aside the hair on her cheek, turned his head to the movers, and said indifferently, "Move Miss Sheng and Mr. Sheng's things upstairs."
Luo Qiangwei felt as if a tightly wound string in her mind had suddenly snapped, and she felt a sudden stab in her heart.
