Missed

Put down the phone, Ling Ping'an looked strange.

"It seems... Something did happen last night... Aunt must have heard something..."

He thought, planned and recalled.

Unfortunately, the memory was very vague, could only vaguely recall some.

Crazy dance floor, arrogant and unruly him...

With Heaven and earth as one day, with ten thousand expectations as a moment.

Thus, he was unruly, arrogant and despotic.

It was as if he had walked onto the stage and had to compose or perform something.

"I'm so embarrassed..." he covered his face.

He had never been so embarrassed since he was young.

"He's even composing and he's even a musician..."

"I can't even recognize a simple score!"

Although, in his memory, the audience on the dance floor seemed to be quite supportive?

However, what could such a memory do?

A drunk person could take off his pants and urinate in public!