Surrounded by his colleagues and superiors, Wu Shanqi looked around at them and said with mixed feelings, "I don't think we're ever going back."
Vice President Qiu Gao immediately grew anxious. "How can that be! Was it because the offerings weren't sufficient? Xiaowu, I remember you're married, aren't you? Don't you miss your wife at home?"
Wu Shanqi shook his head. "Director Qiu, if they could go back, they would have done so long ago. They wouldn't be staying here waiting for us."
At these words, Qiu Gao swallowed whatever else he was about to say. All the life seemed to drain out of him in an instant, and he looked as if he had aged several years.
"Then can we get a place to live in this Gated Community?" Qiu Gao didn't want to live in the hospital. Even though the offices there were nicely decorated, they were too large and empty.
He wouldn't feel safe sleeping there at night.
