"Sir, the food is hot. Would you like some?"

Mo Anyan waved his hand. "No, I'm not hungry. You go out."

The housekeeper did not move.'Sir, man is iron, rice is steel. Only when he has eaten enough, can he be strong enough to find people.

Moan Yan turned from his swivel chair. In a short day, his always elegant face had grown stubble.

Look, there are some vicissitudes.

"Are there any news over there at night?"

"No."

Moan Yan grinned bitterly, "Like... It's just like her handwriting. If this woman does not want to be found, then no one in the world can find her."

7 years.

I searched...