Having returned from the hospital just an hour ago, how had she managed to look so haggard?
She slowly reached for her face, about to wipe away the tears, when suddenly, the phone beside her began to ring.
Who would call at this time?
She glanced at the phone and after a long moment, picked it up, "Hello?"
"Assistant An, I'm the manager of the finished goods warehouse. Are we supposed to work overtime tonight to package today's batch of orders?"
Once the call connected, she hadn't expected it to be from the company, asking whether they needed to package today's goods or not.
According to the plan, she intended to leave that couple with nowhere to bury their corpses; the goods definitely needed to be packaged because they could go on sale tomorrow after that.
The words she had whispered into that scumbag's ear before she left the office this afternoon, telling him to come early in the morning as she would wait for him at the company, were for this very reason.