The taste of no one waiting is a little sour. Ye Cheng sucks and sucks his nose. He rubs his little black head and mutters to himself. He made himself a cup of tea, sat in the corner of his study, stared out of the window at the stars, and lit his cigarette. Leaving aside all kinds of emotions, at least one thing is certain that the old man is safe. Since nobody is okay, he can pull that fellow out with great determination.

The time of a cigarette can make people think a lot, but Ye Cheng is only thinking about one thing. Where is his woman going? Calling...