"Zhang Tao, look at this woman's desk, it doesn't have anything on it; has she moved away, or has she already submitted her resignation to you? Typically, only those who have left clear their desks like this, oh, are you sure she just felt unwell and took sick leave? I can't help feeling like she's fled."
When Shen Dong said this, he took a casual glance at the desk; it was already left with just some documents and materials, everything else was practically gone. Zhang Tao, who had been absorbed in Shen Dong's previous words and feeling dizzy, now hurried over to take a look upon hearing this comment, as if he'd just realized the issue.
Why was there nothing left on this desk? How could that be? Shi Jia was a young girl who loved life; a thermal mug and green plants used to sit on her desk, making this place like a second home for her. But now, why had all the items that added a personal touch disappeared?
