Shang Xiangyu received two slim-necked white porcelain bottles from Duan Rong. He opened one bottle's stopper, took a sniff, and a trace of intoxication appeared on his face.
Shang Xiangyu pocketed the two bottles neatly, his gaze sweeping over the two corpses not far away, saying: "You two clean this place up."
Pan Yong asked: "Do we still treat it as a disappearance?"
Shang Xiangyu glared at Pan Yong, and Pan Yong immediately lowered his head.
Shang Xiangyu said: "Make it look like the furnace exploded again here, and have Old Qin from the Lower Courtyard come by tomorrow to take a look, tell him the furnace exploded again."
"But…" Pan Yong muttered inwardly, hesitated, and said: "Last time it was a furnace explosion, do we make it a furnace explosion again this time?"
Shang Xiangyu listened to Pan Yong's words, silent and speechless.
