"Okay, I'll still be waiting for you in the garage."
The call ended, but Shen Jiazhou was still confused. He looked down at his phone, which was now off.
He swiped the phone open, tried entering his usual password, and it actually opened.
Although he didn't know where he was, the things were still his.
Shen Jiazhou dialed the number he had memorized perfectly—but it was a disconnected number.
How could it be a disconnected number?
Shen Jiazhou entered the number for Can Can's children's watch again, but it was still a dead number.
He dialed every number he could remember, but they were all disconnected. It was as if that group of people had vanished into thin air.
Shen Jiazhou felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, but he quickly calmed down. There weren't many things in the room, which reminded him of his life before he had a wife; most of the things were probably at the company.
He made his decision quickly, washed up quickly, changed into a suit, and went downstairs.
I thought it might take him a while to find his car, but to my surprise, he walked over to it very naturally as soon as he saw the license plate number.
Assistant Lin got out of the driver's seat and opened the car door for him.
Shen Jiazhou glanced at him twice, and said, "Hmm, it's not Lin Yan."
He didn't say much and got into the car.
Assistant Lin also got into the car and handed over the breakfast that was placed on the passenger seat. Shen Jiazhou took it and glanced at it; it contained a cup of coffee and a sandwich.
Shen Jiazhou, who was already used to eating Chinese breakfast: ...
Only now do I realize how cold and impersonal his life was before he had a wife; even his breakfasts were cold.
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