Although his memories had been blurred, the concept that gambling was no good still remained in Song Shuhang's mind.
So when he heard the Three-Eyed Youth inside immediately propose a huge wager, Song Shuhang chose to leave without hesitation.
Drugs and gambling—these were vices one should never casually get involved with in life.
As the future successor of the motherland, how could he get involved in such a vice?
But then again, what was a successor supposed to do?
Seeing Song Shuhang turn to leave, the Three-Eyed Youth hurriedly shouted, "Wait~ You, stop right there!"
But Song Shuhang had already decisively pulled the wooden door shut.
Three-Eyed Youth: "..."
He could now confirm that Tyrant Song really did have a hole in his head.
Since that was the case, he had no choice but to use his ultimate move.
"Tyrant Song, come back and let's have a proper talk. Didn't you say last time that you wanted to apply to be my warehouse cleaner? Come back. This time, let's sit down and have a good chat. Maybe I can give you a chance," the Three-Eyed Youth coaxed.
In any case, there wasn't much trash accumulated in his warehouse at the moment. Even if Tyrant Song became a cleaner, he was destined to gain nothing.
Outside the wooden door, Song Shuhang looked confused.
I once wanted to apply to be a warehouse cleaner here?
Just how miserable was I before I lost my memory?
As a cultivator, he had Height Phobia and the problem of [enjoying pain]. He had even been rejected when applying to be a cleaner.
Song Shuhang felt that, after losing his memory, he could muddle along casually and still live a better life than he had before losing it.
After considering for a long while, Song Shuhang