The rose garden was now in turmoil.
The people from the moving company had already arrived, but Qiao Chen hid in the room and refused to come out.
Qiao Weimin seemed to have grown older overnight, and the dignity that had come out of his patronage was wiped out by the recent frustrations. He sat on the sofa ignoring the movers, his scarlet eyes staring at the phone in his hand.
He could not send it out!
He still could not send it out!
He had sent seven or eight messages in a row, all of which showed that the other party refused to accept it. He sighed heavily and fell on the back of the sofa with a look of decline, seeming to be a little older than just now.
Shen Qiongzhi walked over worriedly at this time and saw him sitting on the sofa staring at his mobile phone. She couldn't help but say, "Weimin, Chen Chen has been staying in the room upstairs since I came back. Should I go up and see her?"
