"Minghua brother, don't you remember me?"
The girl's voice was still so sweet and tender, every time she called "Minghua brother," Zhao Minghua felt a suffocating sensation, as if his life was being shortened.
"Should I remember you?"
Zhao Minghua looked at Qingsheng, puzzled. Qingsheng's eyes had already started twitching. Mrs. Zhao was right; young master's memory was indeed eaten by a dog. Wasn't this the eldest lady from the Xiao family who was proposed to him?
Oh my, he doesn't remember her, and then what? She would be heartbroken and cry incessantly, and young master wouldn't even know how to console her!
"Minghua brother, I'm Chunlan!"
"Chunlan?"
"Yes, I'm Chunlan, don't you remember me?"
"Isn't Chunlan the big maid in sister-in-law's courtyard?" Zhao Minghua asked Qingsheng again. Qingsheng... Young master, I'm not responsible for covering up your mess.
