"Let me think." As Di Tian spoke, phantoms of the past resurfaced in his mind.
Na'er, Gu Yue, Gu Yuena, Mu Xi, Wu Siduo, Dai Yuner, Long Yexue, Jiang Qiyue, Shen Xing, Ling Zichen, Lan Fozi...
"Mm..."
Including the ones who had left their mark on his heart, there were enough to make up a football team.
Of course.
Di Tian certainly would not say that outright. How could he stumble in the same place twice? If he really told Le Qingling that Tang Wulin's female confidantes could nearly form a football team, she would probably explode again for quite a while.
So he said:
"I knew Tang Le from before, but I wasn't his nanny."
"How could I possibly know that much?"
"Oh, right." Le Qingling was briefly stunned and felt that Di Tian had a point.
She immediately calmed down.
She deliberately ignored the fact that "Di Tian knew Tang Le before he lost his memories." What good would it do her to dig to the bottom of it?
Tang Le had taken the initiative with her anyway, and she was willing too.
Their feelings were mutual, and they were not hurting anyone.
Caring too much about the past would only create endless troubles.
At this moment.
Le Qingling's mind, which had wandered off-topic, finally circled back.
It finally returned to the main subject.
"So."
"That female fan Tang Le was willing to approach might very well have been one of Tang Le's former confidantes, or perhaps the descendant of one?"
"Stop!" Di Tian interrupted loudly.
"Your thoughts are in chaos right now, and you're letting anger carry you away."
"Remember."
"Don't get angry."
"Anger lowers your intelligence."
"Now."
"I ask, you answer."
"You discovered that Tang Le was willing to take the initiative to approach that female