"I'm feeling a bit unwell, ask them not to disturb me."
"Alright. I'll try to come back earlier to stay with you."
The housekeeper, who was wiping the stairs, heard the exchange upstairs and immediately after, the master of the house, Ding He, came down.
"Lady has a bit of a cold, she has taken medicine already, and unless instructed, do not disturb her."
"Yes, sir."
Ding He went down the stairs, left the house, got into the car, and left home as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling..."
A mobile phone rang on the passenger side.
The screen displayed Fang Jun.
Ding He ignored it, and tirelessly drove for nearly two hours to a waste disposal plant.
Ignoring the pungent smell, he parked the car, got out, and went to the back of the vehicle.
The electric trunk automatically opened.
Inside lay two black plastic bags, airtight and opaque, showing no hint of their contents.