The next day, the morning mist spread thickly.
Lin Fan had just opened his eyes when he found himself looking into a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.
Madam Su stroked Lin Fan with her slender, soft hand. Blinking her lovely eyes, she suddenly said, "I don't know where the former Ding Lang went, but from today onward, you are my Ding Lang."
Lin Fan froze. "What do you mean?"
Madam Su smiled sweetly. "Ding Lang was healthy, but at most, he could manage twice a day. Yet last night, you worked me over three or four times."
"Besides, Ding Lang never used to take the initiative to give me Lifespan Pills."
At that, she blinked and asked, "Do you want me to continue?"
Lin Fan fell silent. Sure enough, no matter how perfect the disguise, it was difficult to fool the person sharing one's pillow.
The seemingly insignificant details were often the deadliest.
Lin Fan's thoughts raced like lightning. "You're a smart woman. You know what you should do."
Noticing the fleeting chill in his eyes, Madam Su's delicate body trembled. She hurriedly said, "My lord, rest assured. In my eyes, you will always be Ding Lang."
Lin Fan grinned and pulled the woman into his arms.
The morning mist was extremely dense. It only slowly dispersed after the sun rose.
Lin Fan left the household and headed toward the County Office.
However, before he had gone very far, he saw the gates of a residence standing wide open, with many people gathered at the entrance, discussing among themselves.
At that moment, a corpse was carried out.
"Ah, Master Zhao really met with a tragic end. He was clearly a wealthy merchant with a plentiful supply of Lifespan Pills, yet overnight, his lifespan was suddenly drained dry, killing him."