"Is it possible that you left it at the company and didn't bring it back? Why don't I go to your office to pick it up for you later?"
He Qianhui shook her head quickly; she hadn't drunk any alcohol yesterday.
"I'm sure I brought it back. The only possibility is that I threw it somewhere and forgot about it. Could you go look for it in the car?"
Zhang Hao didn't hesitate, and immediately changed his shoes to go downstairs.
As soon as he opened the car door, he saw the black handbag. Zhang Hao immediately sent He Qianhui a message to reassure her, letting her know that he had found the bag.
But the moment he picked it up, Zhang Hao felt the weight of the bag.
He couldn't help but wonder what could be inside, was it a piece of iron?
Carrying the bag back, he saw that He Qianhui hadn't eaten yet.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but urge her, "What kind of important matter could make you lose your appetite?"
"Today's meals are all on me; you just rest at home."
