Both of them were wearing high heels, and when they got home and took their shoes off, they found that their heels were rubbed raw. 。Shutinglan walked home, her anger dissipated. She wasn't angry at a...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 phoneg to chat with Zhao Tingxing for a few more moments, but he noticed that the other party was even more absent-minded than him. The soft look in his eyes when he glanced at Han, his secretary, was impo...