Butler Zhang could tell what his young master was thinking and offered a way out with considerate foresight, "Young Master, the haunted house seems quite interesting. Let's go play together."
"Okay," Lu Zhanyu agreed once again.
Leading the way, Butler Zhang walked ahead and chuckled, "Speaking of which, last time we were in Huacheng, Young Master and Miss Susu also went to play in a haunted house together. At that time, Young Master was still in a wheelchair, and Miss Susu pushed you through the whole course."
"I don't remember," said Lu Zhanyu, his voice tinged with a trace of regret.
It was as if the lost and forgotten part of his memory was a precious treasure.
"It's alright, if you can't remember the last time, then we'll create new memories," Butler Zhang encouraged.
The lost memories might not come back, but the Young Master and Miss Susu still had a chance to become good friends again and create their own happy memories.
"Okay."
