At that time, I was working in a company specializing in high-end finished clothes. My boss was in a good mood. I heard that a private restaurant with Mongolian flavor was opened downstairs. So I invited my colleagues from all over the country to have dinner together. After dinner, I packed some lamb that my husband liked to eat and sent it upstairs. Husband's company is close to home, occasionally come back for lunch break, I am far away from home, never come back at noon. Strangely, the door couldn't be opened. I think it must have been a burglar who called his colleagues. Everyone stood at the door, some...