"Maybe you really are the head of some multinational conglomerate, with assets worth tens of billions? You're willing to give all that up?"
"Also, don't you want to know who framed you? Don't you want revenge?"
Han Feng looked at Su Qiao's bright, flamboyant face, which nevertheless carried a heroic air, and suddenly felt clear-headed. He also became resolute about the decision he had just made.
"Even if I don't recover my memories, I can still find out who framed me. And you'll help me, right?"
"As for the money, getting it back would be good. If I really can't get it back, then forget it. I'll just work hard to make money in the future."
Su Qiao finally couldn't keep her little face composed and broke into a smile. She teased, "Am I really that important?"
"We've only known each other for a short while, haven't we?"
Han Feng nodded. "Important."
As if he felt his performance just now hadn't been good enough, he nodded forcefully again. "Very important."
"Besides, it has nothing to do with how long we've known each other."
Su Qiao was in a great mood, her face filled with a brilliant smile. "All right, I understand what you mean."
As she spoke, she pressed him back onto the boulder.
"You still want to do it?" Han Feng resisted somewhat and tried to sit up, but Su Qiao pressed him back down again.
"Don't worry. I'll preserve this part of your memory for you."
Han Feng froze for a moment, pleasantly surprised. "Really? Is that possible?"
"Now shut up. Don't disturb me while I work."
If she wasn't a little fiercer, Su Qiao suspected he would keep asking endlessly.
"Little Four, extract this part of his memory first. Can you do it?"
No problem!