Shi Nuan responded, and Song Yansheng was about to hang up the phone.
Shi Nuan remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Second Uncle, have you... have you had lunch?"
At that moment, Song Yansheng had already stood up from the executive chair and walked to the glass window.
He stood there, overlooking all of T City's spectacular views.
The distant Anshan, stretching from the foot of Anshan to the unknown Wangjiang, with green hills and clear waters, shaded by lush trees.
And the nearby towering buildings, bustling streets, the shadows of people and cars—all of this, at this moment, was beneath his feet.
A person standing high up is cold, and thus, Song Yansheng was cold.
He had been cold alone for many years until one day, he met someone who could warm him!
He never wanted to bring her to a high place to endure the cold with him.
What he wanted was to bring her to a corner of the mundane world, and live out their life simply.
Such a simple, yet so unpredictable life!
