"Do you believe that strange man is Xue Tangyi's son, sir?" The person standing behind the wheelchair where an old man was sitting cautiously asked a question.
He was Fan Quan, Qin Zemin's most trusted person. Even after the pink-haired man had left the Black Lotus headquarters, the two men had remained in the room where they had welcomed the uninvited guest a few hours ago.
It was already past midnight, but someone who was used to working in the dark wasn't afraid of the dark, and that's why the two men probably didn't need to sleep as soon as night fell.
In contrast, the old man in the wheelchair continued to frown after the young man left his place, and he seemed to be considering the answer to his subordinate's question as well.
