Unknowingly, He Qiong returned to the office again.,In his late forties, Su Jiuzhou was up again that night. He got out of bed groggily and went downstairs for a glass of water. As soon as he stood up, his phone rang.,The sky was overcast, a canvas of gray and black, heavy with a sense of gloom. It seemed as if someone had splashed ink onto a sheet of paper, the ink seeping into the heavens and blurring the clouds.。