o then strode aggressively inside, and as he walked, he couldn't help but sneer:"It seems like today, it's our President Zhu playing the role of a house husband again, personally cooking Lu YaoYao, yo...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 phonehey were all eager to go home and be with their wives and children. 。"Wait..." 。Lu YaoYao called to them both, a basket of salted duck eggs in her hand. She took out two bags from the side and filled...