He walked briskly to the company's parking lot, found his car, and after opening the door and getting in, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of panic.
Was he really going to rush off to find Tang Yuran just like that??
In his mind, there wasn't a single piece of information related to her, yet the materials Qin Jianyang had found depicted him loving her so tenderly and steadfastly.
To be precise, his mind wasn't just devoid of information related to her; it seemed that even memories of attending kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school were becoming unclear to him.
It's just that these years in America, he had been busy with language classes, regular health check-ups, and working while studying, leaving him feeling that twenty-four hours a day were not enough to deal with everything. How could he have time to reminisce about those unclear memories?
