logically clear and orderly. The only problem was the formatting – the font varied, and there were many colloquialisms that made it appear unprofessional. That's why Director Xiao repeatedly returned...Shu Tinglan didn't know why he had to listen to these strange memories under the streetlights in the residential area. Moreover, judging from his expression, it wasn't a good memory either. 。"On the third day, you finally answered the phone, yelling at me, probably thinking I was being a nuisance, driving you crazy..." He scoffed, still remembering Shu Tinglan's furious voice that time. She vented all her disgust for him in her voice. Even many years later, he would still vividly remember the feeling of self-doubt stemming from being genuinely disliked over the phoneh someone who wasn't related to him by blood, and most importantly, his love for Lin Zhiyao, which ran deep in his bones."I'm sorry." Lin Zhiyao saw his despondent expression and felt another wave of...