At eleven o'clock in the evening, the butler escorted the three police officers out of the Fu Mansion, watched them get in their car and leave, and slowly exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned to walk back, his steps gradually slowing down, revealing his fatigue.
This night was truly thrilling, but fortunately, the eldest young master intervened, saying there was insufficient evidence, preventing the third master from being taken away by the police.
Otherwise, the entire Fu Family would be in the news tomorrow.
When the butler returned to the main hall, most people had already dispersed. No one was in the mood to welcome the New Year, and the surrounding atmosphere was so quiet that it didn't feel like New Year's Eve at all.
Even though Mr. Fu was in good spirits, staying up this late left him a bit tired. A servant brought him a bowl of ginseng soup, but he waved it away, asking the servant to put it down.
