Quan Tianyou stood in front of the stove, personally making millet porridge for Su Liuying. He knew what thickness of millet porridge she liked to drink. After all, they had lived together for so long; he knew her preferences well.
He had been at the Lu family for more than half a month now. What he could confirm was that Su Liuying had indeed lost her memory. However, her amnesia was somewhat peculiar—she had completely forgotten that she had given birth to a child.
Thinking of the child, he planned in his mind that on the day of the hundred-day banquet, the child would surely be brought downstairs. Since he couldn't go upstairs, he would have to patiently wait for the child to be brought downstairs and then find an opportunity to get close.
As long as the child's identity was confirmed, he would then think of strategies. By then, whether it was Su Liuying or the child, he would make the Lu family give him an explanation.
