Meng Young Master did not care at all whether what he did would affect his family, or his siblings within the family, including his parents.
He really was very intelligent—he could practically remember anything at a glance.
But such an outstanding talent was completely useless when it came to studying... Wasn't that suspicious enough?
He could do anything, yet he could not learn anything well... In a world where intelligent robots were widespread, what use was learning quickly and accurately?
Getting into university required comprehension.
Studying art required sufficient sensitivity.
As for him... he could recite piano pieces backward and forward, but the music he played was not even as moving as what his nanny robot performed.
Yet how could someone whose brain development had reached the point of photographic memory be like him... nothing more than a library?
So, when he discovered that he had absolutely no memories from before the age of three, Meng Young Master became suspicious.
After all, sometimes his brain did not feel like his own.
And when his parents discovered that he was prone to irritability, cold in personality, and devoid of much feeling toward people or things, why had they not even struggled before pouring their love onto his younger siblings and leaving him with nothing but a pile of responsibilities?
Wasn't it amusing? They knew he had a photographic memory, didn't they?
Even if he could not understand those expressions when he was young, once he grew up and saw more of the world, would he really fail to sense how strange they were?
Of course, the reason he had never put up any resistance was also that he had always enjoyed the family's generous treatment, as well as most of the authority his parents had yielded to him.
Meng Young Master