of the glass doors of Zhuoyuan Technology, she happened to run into Mr. Zhu, who stood alone in front of the building, seemingly deep in thought. She walked over nervously and greeted him with 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 phone。She wanted a man who wouldn't beg and wouldn't rely on men for handouts. 。Since you can't sleep, let's think of something else. 。Zhao Tingxing seeing her attitude, also softened a bit: “What kind o...