C972 Regret Is too Late

All the juniors at the table began to eat, but the background of the table behind them suddenly changed, like the surging heavy metal music suddenly transformed into a sorrowful Erhu.

Shen Xiong was the most dispirited one. At this moment, he was holding a handkerchief in his hand. It was tightly clenched and trembled as if it was unstable. There were some tears in his somewhat turbid eyes