Bai Qingzhu's face turned crimson. Luckily, she was about to leave, so she pretended she hadn't heard anything.
Xiao Lijin glanced at her: "Does Grandma really want to meddle in our married life?"
"I'm just worried about Qingzhu. When you both moved in, Qingzhu was already pregnant, and you could restrain yourself a little. But now, you're always like that with her every few days—it's heartbreaking to watch."
"Isn't it because I like her?"
Xiao Lijin's comment left Madam Xiao momentarily stunned. The tone and feeling seemed so familiar, as if the old Xiao Lijin had returned.
Xiao Lijin realized he slipped up and nonchalantly said: "You can't blame me; blame Qingzhu for being so charming. Anyway, Grandma, I'm off to work now."
Madam Xiao watched his back, pondering whether she had been mistaken.
Then again, if Xiao Lijin had really regained his memory, why hadn't he said anything? It seems he still hasn't.
