After a few simple words, he hung up the phone.
Gong Chen's facial features were immersed in darkness, and only the light of the fire between his fingers was bright and dark.
On the table, song Chenxi's medical report, which was originally placed in the company, was lying there quietly.
In the silence, Gong Chen reached out and picked it up.
With the help of the bright moonlight, he casually flipped through the pages.
Even though he could not see the numbers on the report, Gong Chen could clearly remember how healthy song Chenxi was.
Wanwan's coffee beans were very difficult to order. Every year, when miss song went abroad, she would go to the place of origin to buy them. She even heard that she got into a car accident and had to stay in the hospital for nearly half a month ...
Yingluo, which miss song are you talking about?
Yingluo is, of course, your wife, song Chenxi, miss song!
