It was winter, but Jing Zhi had to drink two bottles of ice water to suppress his heat.
He stopped a taxi and went to Jing Yiran's place with all his bags.
Now that he had recovered a portion of his memories, he was already quite familiar with his home.
Jing Yiran was so happy to see his son that he helped him carry his things into the house.
When the things were placed in the living room, Jing Yiran turned to Qianqian subconsciously, wondering if his son had brought the clothes back and was preparing to live in the house.
Sure enough, his son's clothes were all in the paper bags!
"Chi, are you going home?" Jing Yiran was very happy.
Jing Zhi was so attracted by the aroma of the food that he almost drooled. He wanted to run into the kitchen and eat the delicious food.
Hearing Jing Yiran's question, he came back to himself."Oh, I won't be going home for the time being. I'm fine staying in the hotel!"
