Wei Anning suddenly picked up a pencil and pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from the printer, drawing a portrait of her father from memory. After she was knocked out by Wei Anjing's people, she hadn't had the chance to take anything with her, not even a photo of her parents.
Now, looking at the lifelike portrait of her father on the paper, she no longer doubted her memory.
If someone was trying to erase the existence of her parents to make her doubt herself, she was definitely not going to let them achieve their goal. Because even if it was implanted memory, she couldn't possibly remember her father's face so vividly.
She handed the portrait to her secretary, "This is a portrait of my dad. Are you sure you've never seen him?"
The secretary studied it carefully for a while but still shook his head, "Sorry, I really haven't seen him."
Wei Anning frowned, her heart sinking to the bottom.
