Her Name Was Yanyan?

The woman looked at the line of words and frowned suddenly. After a while, she murmured, "Name... Name."

She rubbed her temple, as if trying to think about something and to recall something.

Soon she patted her head hard again, which, however, was empty with nothing.

Seeing her patting her head, Chen Jiahang quickly pulled her hand and then wrote anxiously on the notebook:

"Don't beat yourself. You've got a head injury. It's all right. You don't have a name. I'll ask Uncle Qiang to help you get one."

He now knew that the wife he bought must have hit her head, so she couldn't even remember her name.

But he just heard her speaking, saying the word "name". She was not dumb.

Excellent!

Chen Jiahang laughed happily again. Because of his dumbness, he was laughed at by others. Even when he went to find a job in the county, they would not hire him. Fortunately, the wife he found was able to speak. That would be much more convenient later.