You are my dead end
Xia Xiaoxiao sobbed as she slept, and finally couldn't hold back her sobs. She woke up with a tear-stained face. "Did you come back?" Xia Xiaowang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sat up, and thought back to sixteen years ago. She still couldn't forget him.
It was about time. Xia Xiaoxiao tidied up the documents in her hands and went downstairs to the coffee shop.
Xia Xiaoxiao looked at her phone and realized that it was 4 o'clock. She found a seat near the window and sat down with her hands on the table to rub her head. After all, she was looking for something.
He ordered a cup of coffee and waited while reading a magazine. Half an hour had passed. An hour had passed, but there was still no sign of Zhao Peng.
Xia Xiaoling put down the magazine in her hand and made a call. "Director Zhao, it's Xia Xiaoling. Can I help you?" "