When Jiang Kaiwei regained his senses, Xia Nanze was no longer in the office.

He did not know how long he had slept, but the sunlight outside the window was still bright. It should not be time to get off work. He slowly got up, patted the dust off his body, and picked up the scattered papers on the ground piece by piece.

Looking at the papers in his hand, his heart stabbed. Then he staggered and fell to the ground again.

That child was a wound ...