In her memory, both her parents were very strict with her. There was no distinction between red and white faces in their family; if she did something wrong, she would be punished, but even if she did...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 phonemiles. Tinglan was in the passenger seat, fiddling with her phone.She wasn't good at making conversation, and just let the tense and awkward atmosphere linger.Perhaps it was age, or perhaps it was the...