How could it be the same?
He Guangyou surrendered to her single-minded insistence.
In that era, the domestic music scene was basically dominated by pop songs from Hong Kong, Taiwan, and the West, so the cassette tapes that either Cao Yong or He Guangyou had were mostly these pop songs.
Song Xueling's hand touched the repeater on his leg, and inside it was a cassette tape with the same name. Thinking of what she had just said, the corners of his mouth, urging him to be silent, almost burst open with laughter.
The focus should have been on the fact that Cao Yong lent the cassette tape to the girl, not the cassette tape with the same name.
He Guangyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he started the engine and drove off.
Speaking of which, Xie Wanying didn't know Senior Cao's home address. She had planned to ask when hailing a taxi, and Student Zhao probably knew it.
"Senior Cao lives in Fangzhuang," Zhao Zhaowei chatted with her all the way, leaning on the back of the seat.
