After Huang Hui left, Wang Zibo sat alone in the cafeteria of the University of Finance and Economics. He couldn't figure out why they were so close after last night.
Why was Huang Hui not only calm, but she didn't seem to care at all?
There were fewer and fewer students in the canteen. Only a few couples were still sitting in the corner. The Auntie was already cleaning up, and the smell of disinfectant and rape kept entering Wang Zibo's nose.
"AI."
Wang Zibo sighed. He walked to the door and found that it was drizzling. It wasn't heavy, but it was enough to blur his vision.
He hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still called Chen hansheng. There were some problems that were not solved, and he still felt like there was something stuck in his chest.
Wang Zibo did not expect Chen hansheng to occupy the line. He seemed to be quite busy with work today. Wang Zibo was so annoyed that he called three more times before the call was finally picked up.
