Zhuang Xiaoyu walked to the side of the bed while the servant was out, held Zhuang Huaisen's hand, lowered her voice, and asked, "Father, tell me, do you really not remember me, or are you pretending not to remember me?"

If it is really amnesia, why does Mr. Min feel that his father still remembers the past?

A person like Mr. Min never speaks or does things too absolutely, and has always been a person who stays on the front line. Since he can say that, he must have noticed something?

But if the father is really pretending, why did he deceive her like this? She is dad's only relative.

Zhuang Huaisen just let her hold his hand and looked at her quietly, his cloudy eyes seemed to be full of sails, but he still wanted to speak.

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't help crying: "Father, whether you really don't remember me, or you pretend you don't want to remember me, I will protect you, and I will try to find the whereabouts of big brother at all costs."

Zhuang Huaisen's heartstrings didn't know whether it was touched by Zhuang Xiaoyu's tears or by Zhuang Xiaoyu's words. His lips twitched, and he was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of the shadow behind Zhuang Xiaoyu from the corner of his eyes. Withdrawing his palm, he closed his eyes.

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Father..."

While he was at a loss, he placed his warm palm on her shoulder, and Qin Wuyan's voice sounded behind him: "Xiao Yu."

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a look at Zhuang Huaisen, and quickly raised her hand to wipe her tears: "Mr. Min is gone?"

"Um?"

"I should also go to the market to see if the porridge shed is ready." Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, and just as she turned around, Qin Wuyan hugged her body and put her into her arms.

Qin Wuyan's eyes fell on Zhuang Huaisen's face through a thin layer of gauze, "If you need anything else, just tell me."

"You are busy with internal affairs every day, and you have no skills at all. I can take care of this matter. Why bother you?"

"Husband and wife are one body. Your business is your husband's business. How can you bother?" Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Huaisen's tightly closed eyes, smiled lightly, and said in a warm voice: "If the high priest is still fine, you don't have to worry about it." There is no amnesia or a big change in temperament, seeing us like this, maybe we will change our minds, and I feel relieved..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

She doesn't know whether she is happy or not, she only knows that even if her father remembers her, he doesn't want to remember her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu is not a deep-tempered person, and she is too lazy to talk to Qin Wuyan about these sweet words. She pushed Qin Wuyan away and lowered her head: "It's getting late, I'm going out."

"I'll take you there." Qin Wuyan didn't seem to notice Zhuang Xiaoyu's rejection at all, and took her hand and walked out.

When he was about to leave, he ordered the servants and guards to stay by the high priest's side at all times, and there must be no slack or slack in the slightest.

Listening to his instructions to the guards and servants, Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly realized for a moment that he couldn't tell the truth from the lies in his attitude and words.

Whether it is nursing and care, or non-stop monitoring, all are in one thought.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the guards standing in front of the door and behind the house, and only knew that these people were no longer the guards they used to be, and now they all obeyed Qin Wuyan's orders, completely out of his father's control.

It is said that people's hearts are going, Zhuang Xiaoyu doesn't know whether his father and brother are too unpopular, or people's hearts are just going with the flow.

But all of this is not important anymore, the most important thing now is that father and brother can live well. In this world, what is more important than being alive?