good. The man was always very gentlemanly and considerate of her feelings. Even after they were satisfied, he didn't get up and leave, but instead held her for a long time as if she were his close lo...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 phonet to work with him. Zhou Ming's approach to cases was wild, always going against conventional wisdom, even a bit like the underworld. It wasn't that this way was bad, it just wasn't suitable for her p...