The apartment building's first floor.
Outside, wind and fog swirled, but inside, things were rather comfortable.
Without a power plant, the place relied mainly on solar power. But the sky was overcast today, and there were no storage facilities for the solar energy, so the apartment owner reluctantly fired up the diesel generator.
The voltage was somewhat unstable, making the lights flicker between bright and dim.
Ye Weiyang sat with Ye Shan. Everyone at her table was family: several women and children around ten years old.
Zhang Yiyong sat diagonally across from them with his mother, drinking a bowl of porridge while she watched him.
Qin Yanhua idly flipped through a magazine. In front of her sat a red milkshake made with strawberries and dragon fruit, a glass of deep-red wine, and several portions of spicy blood curd stew, pork liver, and other dishes.
But her assistant was eating all of it. Qin Yanhua was trying to lose weight, so she ate only vegetables and followed a strict rule of not eating after noon.
Thump, thump, thump.
Just then, a woman in her thirties came downstairs, her eyes bloodshot and a stack of papers clutched in her hand.
Her face was haggard, her expression anxious.
"Hello, have you seen my husband?" The woman approached Ye Weiyang and held out a missing person notice.
Ye Weiyang glanced at it in puzzlement, and her scalp instantly prickled.
The photograph on the missing person notice showed the waiter from this apartment building.
Ye Shan let out an "Oh" and casually pointed at the waiter. "Isn't your husband right there?"
The woman's expression darkened, and she shook her head desperately. "No, he isn't my husband."
"Xu Fang, your husband isn't here. Stop going around looking for him with my photograph." The waiter came over,