The Night Watchman yielded no substantial results, and soon after Poker Face finished communicating, Chen Xing announced the end of the banquet, and everyone was free to go home.
As the guests began to leave one by one, Fu Qian also drove away from the manor, pondering where to look up information about the middle-aged man, when suddenly he noticed a car persistently trailing behind him.
Where had he slipped up and aroused suspicion?
Fu Qian frowned in thought, inconspicuously slowing down his car.
If there was indeed a lapse that had been detected, it was imperative to confirm and clean up as quickly as possible.
As Fu Qian slowed down, the car behind rapidly caught up.
The next moment, within Fu Qian's perception, he detected a familiar presence.
Wen Li?
What was this girl up to?
Fu Qian decided to simply pull over to the roadside, and soon the car behind followed suit and parked beside him.
