Jiang Zhongcheng staggered out of Baodi Company, recalling the humiliation he had just suffered, and thinking of his son lying in the hospital bed, despair filled his heart. There was no hope anymore, the only hope had shattered, and the great shame of his life made him even angrier, angry at his own incompetence.
He walked up to the overpass, holding onto the railing with both hands, looking down at the ever-flowing traffic, thinking that if he climbed over the railing, he could end it all.
Just as he was about to do that.
"Mr. Jiang, are you interested in coming to help me?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
Jiang Zhongcheng turned his head and saw a delivery boy behind him.
There was no one else around, only this delivery boy, and it was clear that it was him who had spoken just now.
Jiang Zhongcheng was stunned. Did this delivery boy actually know him?
"Do we know each other?" Jiang Zhongcheng asked in surprise.
