Evening time.
The sunset's afterglow passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, tinting the light blue sports floor with an orange-red hue.
In the living room resembling a private boxing training room, the punching bag, cold horizontal bar, and massive black sandbag cast elongated shadows.
Fang Cheng put down the mop in his hand and sighed with relief.
Looking around, the entire house was cleaned to a sparkling state.
The floor was so polished it resembled a mirror, almost reflecting an image.
The furniture was wiped clean and shiny, arranged neatly.
Only the kitchen trash can was stuffed full.
On top were a few well-cleaned chicken bones, underneath was a thick pile of pizza box wrappers.
At the door, there were also four neatly stacked large black plastic bags.
After returning from the morning exercise by the sea, he only made a trip to the supermarket at noon to restock supplies.
