Lin Jin was implicated in the case involving stolen research from the factory's institute. As the primary liaison, she naturally faced wave after wave of interrogations and background checks.
As her husband, Wang Xianbing was still lying in his hospital bed dreaming of a promotion and a raise when he was secretly moved.
A sense of panic rising in his chest, he couldn't help but ask, "Comrades, where are you taking me? My injury isn't that serious. I've already had all my checkups. I only need another three or five days in the ward before I can be discharged."
But the men pushing his gurney didn't spare him so much as a glance. Their solemn, ice-cold demeanor was like the factory's machinery in the dead of winter, reminding Wang Xianbing of a certain department. His heart leaped into his throat.
He was shoved into a windowless vehicle. After about two hours of jolting and swaying, they arrived in the middle of nowhere.
