Yang Xinyi's gaze fell on Xia Youqian.
Seeing the once careless, slick-tongued man who was full of mischief turn into such a childlike figure, Yang Xinyi's heart ached unbearably.
"Xia Youqian, come over here and sit," Xia Qiqi called out.
"Miss Qiqi, please don't call him Xia Youqian anymore. His real name is Ye Xiong. From now on, please call him by that name, as it will help his memory recover."
"Xia Youqian, that name is just awful," Tang Ning couldn't help but grumble.
"Your real name is Ye Xiong. You won't be called Xia Youqian anymore, do you hear?" Xia Qiqi instructed.
Xia Youqian nodded, continuously mouthing the name.
"Cousin, do you think his mind can be healed? What if it can't?" Tang Ning asked.
"I called Ruyin, and she's rushing over now. She said that as long as the needles in Ah Xiong's head are removed, there's a chance he could return to normal," Yang Xinyi said.