Heavy clouds shadow the sky, masking the city beneath a murky layer, shrouding all light.
In one office of a certain high-rise building.
A woman sat behind a desk, phone in hand, listening to the conversation on the line.
"Madam, the third young master has already begun investigating Fu Mingxiu. I worry that he might trace it back to us."
Ke Qing maintained a plain expression, putting down her coffee cup and strolling across to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the gloomy sky outside.
"There's too much involvement; his probing around isn't surprising, but it does hinge on whether he has the capacity."
The child had nevertheless grown up outside, never dabbling in these intricate matters. He might be smart, but that doesn't mean he truly has the capability.
Besides, it's a complex matter. It cannot be unraveled just by wanting to probe it.
"And what about Fu Mingxiu?"
The person on the phone asked.
