Fu Yanlin lit a cigarette and leaned back in the leather chair, piecing together the story.
The car.
The black Aston Martin.
He'd just returned to Jiangzhou then, he didn't have a car and was too lazy to choose one, so he wired some money to Xun Rangchu and asked him to buy it. He didn't want anyone to know he was back in Jiangzhou, so he had used Xun Rangchu's identity to purchase it.
Naturally, the car was registered under Xun Rangchu's name.
The woman must've acquired the information from the car.
Fu Yanlin remembered once, when he was sending Wen Sheng to work at the Financial Street, that woman ran into them.
Fu Yanlin had no interest in the machinations of women, but if she plans on using this to targeted Wen Sheng, sorry, he won't allow it.
Song Yu'en asked, "What do you plan to do, Old Fu?"
"Keep an eye on her."
If she dares to touch a hair on Wen Sheng's head, he will make it impossible for her to stay in Jiangzhou.
