Pick up a Young Master and Take Him Home

What, amnesia? The weather was cruel enough this summer, and a whole host of troubles found her way. The water stopped midway through the shower, and she stood there with her head covered in foam, wishing she could kick the water pipe to squeeze out some water. When she went out to deliver some garbage, the door was closed by the wind. She didn't have a key to go in, so she had to call a locksmith to change the lock. She forgot to bring money when shopping for groceries, and a thief stole her cell phone. Now, I actually picked up a man who lost his memory. She didn't want to take him home, but because she had already paid for his medical bills, he had to pay back the money no matter what. Living under the same roof, this man knows nothing. Wearing cheap street clothes, he still exudes an aristocratic temperament. He was not an ordinary person, and it was not just because of his amnesia that he moved into her house. In this way, she was unknowingly involved in a larger whirlpool of wealthy families.