Looking down, a wisp of blue smoke wafted out from under the door.
Was something being burned?
The servant furrowed his brow but dared not grow too suspicious. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Inside the room, Nangong Feifei had just finished burning the last of the documents. She then doused the trash can with a bottle of water and a secret smile curled her lips.
In this way, no one would know Gu Qiangwei's true origin.
The knocking on the door startled her, perhaps from a guilty conscience; she jumped to her feet, defensively eyeing the door, "Who is it?"
The maid's voice came from outside, "Miss, the master is back; he's asking you to come down for dinner."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Feifei finally calmed down. "I understand."
After the servant had left, Nangong Feifei packed the burned remains into a black garbage bag, then sprayed a bit of air freshener to try to mask the burnt odor.
