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Such a fast response!
Facing Bernard's questioning, Fu Qian silently nodded to himself.
This person indeed seemed to have seen and known a lot.
Indeed, the chances of Chief Harry coming to buy books were practically nil; it looked like that group really had brought the matter of the "assassin" to his attention.
"I have a habit of taking walks at night."
Under Bernard's dead-fish eyes, Fu Qian gave a casual response.
Creak!
At this moment, the door of the bookstore had already been pushed open, and Chief Harry walked in, his large frame dimming the light in the bookstore by a shade.
After entering, his gaze immediately fixed on Fu Qian.
"How's the holiday going, Mr. Fu Qian?"
"Not bad at all."
In response to Harry's emotionless small talk, Fu Qian answered with a smile.
This one must have seen me enter just now.
"That's good to hear."
Harry nodded his head and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it in front of Fu Qian.
