"Fei Qing?" Yan Wuxu said somewhat aggrievedly: "Qing Chang, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. Old Wang saw it too; earlier, you and Fei Qing were sitting in a car," Su Qingzhang recalled, having just walked up and checked each room. The newly built villa, although structurally complete, did not contain much large furniture, making it impossible to overlook a conspicuous person like Fei Qing. He must still be in the villa.
"I met Young Master Fei halfway, and he gave me a ride since he was also checking houses nearby. He has long since left," Yan Wuxu defended himself, cursing in his heart that he must deal with Secretary Wang for tipping others off.
"Met halfway, in such a big Mo City, you could meet anyone, and you just happened to meet your old flame, Fei Qing?" Su Qingzhang, angered, banged his cane several times, puncturing several dents into the fine floorboards.
