Three months later.
Today, someone suddenly burst into Xiao Jinghuai's office, grabbing his collar and shouting, "Xiao Jinghuai, I finally remembered whose cooking Song Song's tastes like. Where is she? Where is she now? I have something very important to tell her."
Xiao Jinghuai had almost forgotten about this person, his sudden appearance was like a clap of thunder, "Mr. Zhou, long time no see."
"Long time no see, my ass," Zhou Yunxian cursed directly, "I'm in no mood for your word games right now, tell me where Song Song is! You must have hidden her, haven't you? I called her, sent her messages, but got no response. What is this? Making someone disappear into thin air?"
"Xiao Jinghuai, I'm telling you, no matter how special Song Song's identity is, I won't give up on her, I will definitely win her over! Now, hurry up and tell me where she is!"
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