"What's that supposed to mean?"
Lin Laogeng glared at his grandson with displeasure.
"People in the village who try to curry favor or bow and scrape, just ignore them, but after all, we live in the same village. We meet each other whether we want to or not, so we must at least be able to get along in public," he said.
But that was limited to just getting along on the surface, there was no need to pay attention to anything else.
"Sangsang, can your dad's amnesia still be treated?"
Lu Qiubo ignored the grandfather and grandson's conversation and looked at his granddaughter with concern.
Wasn't it said that her son's amnesia was due to being poisoned? Since it was poison, there must be an antidote, right?
Could it be that once the poison was cured, the memory might be restored?
"This..."
