Shen Xing and Shen Yue, provincial city, know how to contact her by phone.
Jiang Cheng could only think of one person—Shen Que.
A strong woman = Shen Que?
No no, this idea is unacceptable.
Jiang Cheng shook his head.
But Shen Que was still in the hospital, and a female comrade delivered the message?
Could it be Shen Que's girlfriend?
No matter who it was, Jiang Cheng thanked the waiter and then took the note downstairs to the hotel entrance.
Standing at the entrance, Jiang Cheng looked around.
He didn't see a young female comrade, but there was an old lady with white hair and a cane.
The kind of old lady that makes you want to hurry up and help her at first glance.
Jiang Cheng moved his gaze away from the old lady and continued searching.
"Young girl, are you Jiang Cheng?"
The white-haired old lady spoke.
Jiang Cheng suddenly realized, immediately turned his head, and went down the steps.
"Hello, I'm Jiang Cheng."
