Su River Bay, Huaqiao City.
Mo Xiangwan gently reminded, "President Tang, we've arrived."
"Mm." Tang Song snapped back from his thoughts and opened the car door to get out.
The slightly cool evening breeze brushed gently, clearing his mind a bit.
"President Tang, do you have something on your mind?" Mo Xiangwan leaned closer to him and asked softly.
Tang Song shook his head, "No, let's go inside."
Triggered [Memory Feather], suddenly receiving two years of memories, had a significant impact on him.
That's why he was so concerned about Zhang Yan's matter.
Actually, if it weren't for frequently receiving Zhang Yan's messages on QQ, he probably wouldn't feel this way.
Middle school was already ten years ago for him.
In ten years, even a close friend like Zhang Lei has turned into a regular good friend.
Let alone Zhang Yan, the memories have become blurry.
They walked through the greenery of the community to the villa outside Anne's place.
