"Indeed, nothing escapes Uncle Ying." Nan Sichen chuckled and asked, "Uncle Ying, did I have any friends before I lost my memory?"
Uncle Ying's hand paused for a moment, he looked up with a slight frown at him, "You don't even remember your good friends? Do you really not remember anything at all?"
"I don't remember." Nan Sichen shook his head somewhat helplessly.
Actually, every time he faced the blankness in his mind, he sometimes felt a bit panicked. What kind of person was he before? A good person or a bad person? Did he have friends?
But ever since he woke up and returned to work at the company, not a single friend had come to visit him.
This sometimes made him doubt himself. Was he a very bad person before? Difficult to get along with? Was that why he didn't have a single friend?
Uncle Ying laughed, "Some things are better not remembered."
