Cheng Yao drove the car back home without noticing anything unusual.
Fu Shihan was deep in thought, frowning.
Looking at it this way, this woman doesn't seem like much. How could she have the guts to threaten my Wan God?
"Brother Han, why do you think she knows so much about our matters?"
Lin Rui slumped on the sofa playing games, puzzled.
"It's one thing to know we're here, but knowing which hotel we're staying at, isn't that going too far?"
"What's more outrageous is that I arranged for the hotel booking, not your Fu Family." Su Wanxin whispered.
Lin Rui: "Is she a spy? Professional?"
A commercial spy isn't entirely impossible...
Su Wanxin sank into contemplation, repeatedly recalling everything about Cheng Yao.
How many times had she seen Cheng Yao?
Under what circumstances?
What had Cheng Yao said?
Su Wanxin thought for a long time, focusing intently.
