Tearing the Letter

After leaving the house, Zhou Hengguang realized he didn't have a car. He had driven here, but his older brother took the car, leaving him stranded on the road.

After half an hour of waiting, Ji Fang finally arrived in the design institute's car. "Vice Director, where's your car?"

"Gone!" Someone stole his car and left him stranded. Ji Fang wisely refrained from inquiring about his car. "Are you heading home or to work?"

"Neither. Let's go to Xinxing Textile Factory." He had written to Su Qing, giving her the factory's address and claiming to be an ordinary worker there.

"Sure." Ji Fang understood immediately. For the past three days, the vice director had asked him to check the reception room at the new textile factory for a letter from Lin Weiguo.

Upon arrival, Zhou Hengguang, posing as a Xinxing textile factory employee, waited in the car. Ji Fang went to the reception room and found a letter from Lin Weiguo. At least the trip wasn't in vain.