The fact that Zheng Haoyu went to London was communicated through Su Nian himself. Cheng Yun had been anxious all this time, fearing that something would go wrong with Su Nian's health because of the blood transfusion for Lian Ze. But he didn't want to stand idly by watching Su Nian do it, so he'd been on tenterhooks for such a long time, not daring to call Su Nian.
Zheng Haoyu felt suffocated again, glaring at him resentfully. When he saw the bartender bring over the prepared drink, he snatched the glass and gulped it down. As he was about to speak, the thought made him swallow his words, "Su Nian has amnesia."
Surprised by the revelation, Cheng Yun, who was about to punch Zheng Haoyu for stealing his drink, stopped in his tracks. He pulled out his earplug and leaned in, "What did you say?"
"I said Su Nian has amnesia." Zheng Haoyu sloshed down another mouthful of whiskey, the thought of Su Nian's memory no longer having any trace of him made him feel unbearable.
