C57 Eat something

When Zhou Heng called Ling Yiheng, he was standing in the hall downstairs, quietly looking out the window at the street outside. In his mind, he could see Zuo Zixian's face, which clearly wanted to cry, but he stubbornly held it in.

"Hello." He picked up the phone impatiently, dissatisfied with the number that had disturbed his thoughts.

"Boss, the headquarters has started to urge us again