an hour later, in the capital of yunjin.
fu huan sat on the sofa and casually tied her hair into two ponytails. she was playing go on her phone while observing the people around her. she looked around and then her eyes fell on the photos scattered on the coffee table.
"... someone sent it here today. add this to the news." song fengwan scrolled through the news on her tablet and placed it on the coffee table. she looked at fu qinyuan. " what are your thoughts after reading it? "
fu qinyuan was indeed looking for someone to keep an eye on that person, but it was not a close watch, after all, and his assistant, ji, was a newbie, so it was inevitable that there would be some oversight.
he even thought that the bait had been set for a few days, but the fish hadn't bitten the hook, so it might not cause any trouble.
he had never thought that she was preparing to kill him with a borrowed knife.
and with his mother's hands?
