But, how long had it been since his son last called him that?
Meng Chaojun felt a piercing pain in his heart.
Chiang Xiao ran all the way to a hotel.
This hotel was a well-established one in the Capital City. It flourished in the seventies and gradually declined in the late eighties. By the nineties, it was on the verge of being demolished.
Later, this place was to be converted into a sauna.
All along, Chiang Xiao kept thinking about something from her previous life.
It was something she had always forgotten.
Back then, while she was sketching, she was also working part-time. Before the hotel was converted into a sauna, they hired people to help tidy up. Some items that could be sold were gathered and sold as scrap, while others that were unsellable were thrown away.
At that time, she thought that she certainly wouldn't work in a sauna, but she could do this pre-tidy work. The pay then was not insignificant.
So, she worked there for about a week.
