Lin Ling looked at the empty hall with no familiar people. She was in a sad mood.

"Miss, my Lord is really in a bad mood these days. President Zhong came to him before." Zhang Ma thought for a moment and said that she still remembered that the man beside him called him President Zhong, and then she broke up with the old man.

"I know, Mama Zhang." Lin Ling nodded. She went back to her room by herself. The room was very clean. It seemed that someone had been cleaning it up all the time since she left.

Lin Ling felt the familiar quilt, and she seemed to be...