Dormitory Building.
The suicide attempter saved by Qian Jiangyue sat on the bed.
The suicide attempter's name is Zhao Gang.
Five or six people gathered around the bed.
Compared to the workers who had already kissed the ground, Zhao Gang did not garner much attention.
Qian Cangyi turned to those unrelated and said:
"Excuse us, we have something we'd like to discuss privately with Zhao Gang."
Zhao Gang's roommates exchanged glances, then said to Zhao Gang:
"We'll be outside. Call us if you need anything."
Even though Qian Jiangyue had just saved Zhao Gang, they were still somewhat worried.
"So you mean you also don't know why you wanted to jump?" Qian Cangyi took a chair and sat down.
The person in front of him was an important clue, the only question was how to extract useful information from him.
"I don't know," Zhao Gang shook his head.
Qian Jiangyue crossed her arms and sat beside Zhao Gang:
"Brother, were you also working the night shift?"