After Xiao Wen went to work, he sometimes remembered what happened yesterday when he was free.

Mingming had dinner with Mrs. Liao. She remembered that she went to Yao Zhun halfway. I don't remember what happened after that anymore. It's totally fragmented!

"Ouch!" With a helpless sigh, she found a palm-sized soft-leather notebook in the drawer and opened it. "Better to remember than to write badly. It's better to take notes of all the schedules, results and other important things in the future." The first thing to remember is...

Xiao Nuan tapped his head with his signature pen, his smart eyes dripped around, his mouth slightly turned up, and carefully...