On Monday, Ye Xinluo arrived at the company. As work hours approached, Qin Yin's seat remained vacant.
Ten past nine, and still no one had come.
Did something happen? Why didn't she come to work?
Mo Han passed by her desk on the way to the break room and saw her lost in thought, so he walked over. "What are you thinking about?"
When she snapped back to reality and saw who it was, she smiled and replied, "Nothing. I was just looking at Qin Yin's seat. It's already this time, and she hasn't come.".
Following her gaze, Mo Han noticed the empty seat and couldn't help but wrinkle his brow. "There must be something going on."
"Maybe."
"By the way, do you have her contact information?"
Mo Han: "I don't, but HR should. I'll ask for you."
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me."
…
Over twenty minutes later, Mo Han came back with a number. He looked for his phone, entered the number, and dialed it.
