Forty-nine Levels of Futu
Tan Ying arrived even sooner than expected.
Although Fu Qian had said it was no big deal, she clearly didn't agree.
"I told Qin Mingze. He couldn't get away."
Tan Ying spoke as she walked, instantly drawing the attention of everyone around her, including Xu Meng, who was sitting across from Fu Qian.
The moment Xu Meng saw Tan Ying, his expression turned uncertain.
His gaze flicked back and forth between Fu Qian and her as he couldn't help wondering what their relationship was.
"What's going on?"
Tan Ying glanced at Xu Meng, then turned her gaze back to Fu Qian.
"Nothing much. Mr. Xu asked me to help find the person who murdered his son."
"Since when did you become a private detective?"
Tan Ying looked puzzled.
"I'm the murderer."
"I just have a few things to confirm with Mr. Fu."
Xu Meng's face was so gloomy it looked like water might drip from it. After a long moment, he finally spoke.
"It seems this was all a misunderstanding. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be going."
"What was that all about?"
Watching Xu Meng leave, Tan Ying tossed her bag onto the table and sat down beside Fu Qian.
"He's beside himself with grief over losing his son."
Fu Qian recounted what had just happened.
"So it was him. No wonder he looked familiar!"
Tan Ying immediately realized.
"You know him?"
"I know of him. He has some influence in Lin City, but I couldn't match the name to the face."
"Mm."
Fu Qian nodded.
"He seemed to know you."
"Can't be helped. Some people always end up becoming the center of attention."
Tan Ying flicked her hair and shot him a playful, alluring glance.
"His reputation has never been