"Are you sure... you've never played before?" Mo Siluo still found it somewhat unbelievable, yet was more confused. Why was he always overlapping Wen Wan with her, when they were clearly not the same person!
After giving it some thought, Wen Wan replied, "I don't remember." She wasn't lying, after all, she didn't know about anything before her memory loss.
Mo Siluo became pensive. It seemed as if there was a girl continuously yelling in his ear, "Su Qing, I finally found something I'm better at than you! I'm going to celebrate! I want drumsticks, I want braised spare ribs, I want sweet and sour meatballs, I want shrimp stir-fried with celery..."
"Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo?" Wen Wan called out to the man several times before he snapped back to reality.
"Sorry!" Mo Siluo apologized softly.
Wen Wan was a bit stunned. What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly apologize to her?
