Sure enough, before long, Fu Fei stopped at a certain page in the case files. After pondering for quite some time, he walked over to Chen Siyuan and said,
"Mr. Chen, take a look at this man. Doesn't he look somewhat like Bian Lao Er?"
At his words, Chen Siyuan leaned close to the dossier in Fu Fei's hands, studied it, then raised a hand to cover the lower half of the man's face. He immediately said with certainty,
"That's right, it's him. Though Bian Lao Er changed his face with disguise, his eyes are hard to alter. I recognized him at a glance.
I never expected you to have such an eye as well."
Chen Siyuan was indeed surprised. To be honest, ever since Fu Fei had revealed so many secrets about Beitang Shu, he had known that he had underestimated this wastrel Young Master in the past. Still, he had only assumed that Fu Fei possessed so much secret information because of his connection to his elder sister, perhaps coupled with a steady temperament and a tight-lipped nature.
Yet this time, Fu Fei had identified Bian Lao Er through his own powers of observation, which truly lay beyond Chen Siyuan's expectations.
Of course, the painter's exquisite skill, which had rendered the portrait lifelike, deserved some credit. But it also could not have been done without Fu Fei's keen observation and meticulous nature.
Seeing that the two had made progress, Liang Muqiu's lips curled up, and her eyes bent into a lovely arc as she said,
"It seems the two of you have found something. Why not tell me about this Bian Lao Er? I'll first have someone keep watch on him, lest he slip away."
Chen Siyuan nodded at Fu Fei, signaling for him to explain matters to