A string of water droplets trickled down from the spout of the bathroom faucet. Tang Xiaoquan cupped his hands underneath, splashing the icy cold water onto his face, sending a shiver through him, yet also sweeping away his fatigue.
He repeated this action a few times, splashing his face until he felt his mind was refreshed, then finally stopped.
Turning off the faucet, he stepped out of the bathroom, pacing back and forth with small steps in his room. He moved slowly, as if every step he took was a decision made after deep contemplation.
But it was evident that the matter causing Tang Xiaoquan such mental anguish was certainly not something as trivial and tedious as taking steps. What he was still pondering was related to the factory.
He needed to find more valid evidence to support his recent deductions. After all, Liu Fugui and his group remained an indispensable force, a rare asset in resolving the villa's current crisis.
