When Shen Tang received the call, he was squatting in the corner of the set eating a box lunch.
Hengdian in March was still experiencing a late spring chill, and the braised pork in the lunch box had already condensed a layer of white oil. She poked it with chopsticks and found that she had no appetite, but she was not willing to throw it away - this was the only hot meal today. The phone vibrated three times in her pocket before she slowly took it out. What appeared on the screen was an unfamiliar number belonging to Beijing.
