Shen Heyu heard him and looked at him oddly, asking, "What do you mean by that?"
"I am Shen Jiangli. We went to the same middle school, and your homeroom teacher was my instructor. Do you remember?"
"Back then, I was very poor, but my parents insisted on sending me to a prestigious school to receive a better education. Many people always bullied me and extorted protection money from me at school; it was you who saved me. Because of that, your calf got injured."
Shen Heyu's memories were gradually pulled back to her youth as he spoke.
Her family's condition was considered above average at that time, so attending a prestigious school wasn't difficult.
She was very young when she was in school and always liked to help others, unlike now where people are indifferent.
She indeed had helped a little boy back then.
She recalled the young, skinny face from her memory which she couldn't connect with the handsome and healthy face in front of her.
