Gu Beicheng's words not only scared Yu Wanqing, even Gu Qingyang and Feng Yan couldn't accept them for a moment.
"Beicheng, it's me, Wanqing, I…" She glanced back at the Old Master, then instantly turned back, "I'm your wife, you don't remember me?"
"Wife?" Gu Beicheng raised a brow at Yu Wanqing. "My taste can't be that bad, right?"
Yu Wanqing, who had just been thinking that Gu Beicheng losing his memory might not be a bad thing, was instantly so pissed off by that line that her face went pale.
"Bei—Beicheng, I…"
"You little brat, of all the bad habits to pick up, you went and copied someone's amnesia routine?" Before Yu Wanqing could finish, Gu Qingyang couldn't help speaking up.
"Uncle, you're not my Grandpa, are you?" Gu Beicheng looked at Gu Qingyang, his thick brows lightly furrowing.
"You little brat, I'm your dad!" Gu Qingyang was furious.
But at the same time, he was worried that his son really had lost his memory.
