Even after she was already in bed, Chen Ying Ying had been guarding the phone; she hung up the phone because she didn't understand what she said, but he didn't even return the call to ask her what was going on. Chen Ying Ying couldn't help thinking: It's dark at this point, why is he still with a woman? Who is that woman? How did they meet? It's so hard to tell that you don't want to come back to a phone call and ask yourself again? Is it a company colleague who is traveling with him on a business trip? Or is it a beautiful waitress sent by the partner to contact? Could it be a strange woman who met by chance on the street and met at first sight? She has been waiting, waiting for his caring greetings, waiting for his gentle comfort, waiting for him to tell her not to think about it... B

