Argh.
Manager Wen! Shen Jingwei screamed in his mind. How could you leave your protégé in this state!
Shen Jingwei paced inside the bedroom, unsure what to do.
After some time, he decided to check if there was any food in the kitchen. Yan Renzhong would need to take medicine with some food.
The kitchen was fairly big for a man who lived alone. It was equipped with a refrigerator taller than Shen Jingwei, which was perfect for storing at least two corpses.
It was, thankfully, not filled with questionable jars of meat but all kinds of fruits, vegetables, cheese, and fresh eggs. Among which, he also found a pack of ground pork in the meat storage.
The kitchen counter above his head had some flour and condiments.
"..."
Shen Jingwei rolled both of his sleeves upward and began to work.
After an hour, a tantalizing aroma filled the kitchen. It came from a gently bubbling pot of wonton soup at the stove.
