The secretary was stunned.
"It's almost seven in the evening. Where are you going for a field inspection?"
Li Jun didn't heed the secretary's indescribable expression and turned to take the car keys before leaving the hotel.
He didn't ask the driver to accompany him. On his way to the parking lot, he didn't forget to take out his cellphone to check WeChat again.
The first chat box was from Li Qiao.
It contained only a few words: "Your wife has corneal inflammation."
...
After dinner, Li Qiao returned to her room while Zong Yue kept Duan Shuyuan company downstairs for a chat.
Sitting at her desk, Li Qiao watched the blue brocaded box for a while before turning on the desk lamp and rummaging through the drawer for a set of precision disassembly tools.
Li Qiao put on specialized eyeglasses and used anti-magnetic tweezers and a miniature screwdriver to carefully disassemble the watch strap.
