ree meals at kindergarten. In the evening, when they go home, she also diligently makes them some easily digestible food, but her cooking skills are truly not good, and the children simply don't like...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 phonehat you have to say Sending a "hello" is such a waste of time, isn't itYes, it's from Mr. Zhu again this time.He racked his brain, unsure what questions to ask. He didn't want to fabricate a story to...