Let them know, then. It wasn't anything that mattered anyway.
In this situation, even if I told them myself that Xu Meng had actually found the right person, I doubted anyone would believe me.
In fact, not only would they not believe it—Xu Meng wouldn't, either.
Fu Qian lounged casually in his seat, watching the others scattered around the living room.
At the same time, their respective "voices" echoed in his mind.
It was a rather interesting feeling, being in contact with them in two different ways.
These people were basically his pitiful excuse for a social circle.
It was clear that they were all genuinely delighted to see him again.
He had to admit, even though it could get noisy most of the time, hearing their voices in his head made him feel that he was still connected to this world.
After all, unlike before, now that he had the Emissary Mask, he could theoretically leave this place whenever he wanted.
And given his current state, he seemed to fit in better with the other world.
"What?!"
The next moment, Tan Ying's voice suddenly shot up. She whipped around to stare at Fu Qian, her eyes wide.
"You've been staying at some rich lady's house these past two days?"
Her excitement was so intense that her voice practically cracked.
Pei Yanqing, standing beside her, was just as dumbfounded.
Mm-hmm!
Fu Qian readily admitted it.
"You were so busy you couldn't even answer your phone... Aren't you taking this a little too far?"
Tan Ying looked perplexed. The reason Fu Qian had gone out of contact was clearly nothing like what she'd imagined.
"When lives are at stake, how could a professional like me afford to get distracted?"
Fu Qian replied to her astonishment with perfect composure.
Lives at stake?