Two voice recordings, with voices filled with guilt and self-blame. The second one also includes sighs.,Zhang Xiaochu's desk was piled high with labor contracts. She shrugged helplessly, "The supervisor asked me to work overtime. I just want to finish these quickly and go get my eyelashes done." "You go ahead, don't delay someone viewing the house," she added.,Fu Ji-chen leaned his arms on the car window, glanced at Yu Qing's bag, then at that man's bag. Finally, his gaze fell on the man's face. He smiled ambiguously, but his eyes held a warning like autumn reckoning.。