Feng Lan served the tea and silently took note of Chen Yi's demeanor, her heart filled with curiosity. She had hosted so many people before, yet none had ever remained unmoved like this.
After picking up the tea and confirming it was safe, Chen Yi casually remarked, "Well, since we're idle anyway, tell me something."
"What would Mr. Chen like to hear about?"
"Recently, have you heard anything related to me in the pavilion?" Chen Yi asked.
Jinya Pavilion, as the headquarters of Wuyong Building, was staffed by women who were far from mere ornaments. Each of them was a spy, privy to intelligence that ordinary people would never know.
Chen Yi intended to start with himself, gradually extracting useful information.
Feng Lan's captivating eyes sparkled as she recalled something and replied:
"Of course."
"Such as?"
