Ever since the incident with Ji Hongmei, Xu Weidong had become even more protective of Ji Xiaosong.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he wouldn't leave her side.
A month passed just like that, and it seemed as if everything had returned to normal.
「6:00 AM, in the residential compound of the steel factory.」
The sky was just beginning to lighten when Ji Xiaosong left the house carrying a vegetable basket.
She had intentionally left an hour earlier than usual.
Xu Weidong had gone to the provincial capital a few days ago to report on the progress of the "Great Wall No.1" special steel, and she had to stuff the newly-knitted wool knee pads into his luggage before he got back.
Just as she reached the mouth of the alley, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end.
Someone was watching her.
Ji Xiaosong didn't break her stride. She hummed an off-key rendition of "Ode to the Red Plum," but her fingers secretly crept toward the new rolling pin in her basket.
