written anything in it randomly, but now I can't erase or tear it out. I can only hope the owner won't mind.This weekend, I stayed at home and felt a little nervous about the results of Monday's exam...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 phoneot, I'll go get it." 。"You're his mother, I'm his father, can't we pick him up together" Zhao Tingxing shouted Han Zhaoyi's name from afar, completely disregarding whether it would attract the attent...