In an expensive wealthy district in Beijing.
The four-story villa stood in the innermost part of the wealthy district. The exterior of the villa was white and of a European style. It looked grand from the outside.
Director Zhu had just arrived home after a long day of running.
He took off his jacket and handed it to the servant who came forward to help him with his slippers. Then, he pulled open his collar and walked inside. As he walked, he said, "I saw a car driving out of the house. Who visited?"
Madam Zhu looked like she had something on her mind. She was holding her phone, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking. She didn't even notice that he had returned.
Director Zhu saw that something was wrong with her face and felt vaguely uneasy. Instinct told him that something had happened.
He strode over to his wife without bothering to loosen his tie. "Who came to the house?" he asked her in a deep, authoritative voice. "Your friend?"
