After filling up on food and drink, Jiang Feng sat on the sofa and pondered for quite a while before finally selecting [a memory of Zhao LanHua] from the three remaining memories in his inventory.
As he clicked yes, Jiang Feng was immediately shrouded in mist.
The fog came quickly and dispersed just as fast. Jiang Feng felt it was like a gust of wind blowing in his face, and then the fog scattered in a rush, as if it couldn't wait to clear.
"Lanhua, your mom already talked to me about this last time. You're not getting any younger, and everyone is pretty anxious. I think you and Jiang get along pretty well. From the first day I brought you to the state-owned restaurant, I could tell Jiang had something special for you. He's never been so patient with a female comrade."