At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Pan wrapped her big coat tightly to block the cold wind and hummed a ditty to open the familiar car door. After fastening her seat belt, she leaned over to Tang Song, who still had no good face, and smiled cheekily: "Song Song ~ Let's go to eat well. Are you happy? I have booked a seat." One second, two seconds, three seconds. The two-minute tragedy. Tang...