Xiang Huai stood there lazily, making Mr. Fan very wary.
Beside Xiang Huai, Xue Xi stood quietly and looked at Uncle Fan in shock. She pursed her lips and said, "Uncle Fan, who exactly are you?"
Mr. Fan sighed. "I'm just a cook. Xixi, have I ever harmed you since you were young?"
Xue Xi shook her head.
Just as Mr. Fan was about to say something, Xiang Huai said, "Mr. Fan, to be honest, you came here to cook because of the little kid, right?"
Mr. Fan clenched his jaw and sighed. "Yes."
Xiang Huai narrowed his eyes and pressed on. "Who asked you to come? Or rather, who's behind you?"
Mr. Fan shook his head. "I don't know."
Xiang Huai and Xue Xi paused.
Mr. Fan said, "A few years ago, someone gave me a high salary and asked me to cook here. I didn't know the details. After Xixi left, the other party didn't give me any more money, so I simply left."
