Mr. Shen, overdue an

"Mr. Shen drank quite a bit at today's gathering, and I was worried he might feel unwell in his stomach, so I stayed behind." The girl pointed to the half-cup of cold honey water on the side and explained with lowered eyes, "You wouldn't mind, would you",Meng Qiong's hand holding the photograph suddenly clenched, her last sliver of hope fading: "Why won't you answer the phone",Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。