Tong Wenya was excited when she thought about meeting Xiao Ye alone and taking a closer look at him.
The door was not locked. She gently twisted it and the door opened.
"Who is it?" It seemed that Xiao Ye's hearing was still very sensitive even after his memory was washed away.
Tong Wenya did not hide anymore. She walked into his living room with a big face and saw that he was putting down the spoon. He looked at her with a cold expression and frowned slightly.
"Why is it you again?" She sounded impatient.
"It's me, Xiao Ye."
"Get out!" Chunyu Chen looked calm and dignified.
If you hadn't lost your memory and talked to me like that, I would have ignored you for the rest of my life.
Tong Wenya comforted her glass heart and said softly, "Don't rush to chase me away. Listen to me finish what I have to say, okay? You are Chunyu Chen. The young master of Chunyu family is so elegant. How could he not give anyone a chance to speak?"