Fifth Year After Death

Five years after my death, the company was in crisis. Jiang Huan came to my apartment and asked me to draw another design drawing. The nurse told her: "Mr. Xiao has passed away." Jiang Huan snorted: "Because of Huo Ming, how long has he been making trouble? Isn't he still angry? Tell him to draw another design drawing quickly. If it delays the company, don't blame me for cutting off his medical expenses." Without saying a word, he went back to the house and took out a black and white photo: "Mr. Xiao is here." "Mr. Xiao couldn't afford a cemetery, so he buried his ashes in the wasteland on the outskirts of the city." "By the way, Mr. Jiang, do you know why I haven't left?" "I want to see your retribution with my own eyes."