Until they returned to their respective rooms, no one tried to stop them. Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang didn't speak to each other again, either.
That night, someone was bound to lie awake.
Fu Qian, of course, slept just fine.
Although sleep no longer meant completely losing awareness of his surroundings, it was no less pleasant for that.
As the sun rose, Fu Qian was savoring the lingering comfort when the reaction he'd been waiting for finally came.
There was a knock at the door. Ji Liushuang appeared, looking somewhat tired, and said that Old Master Ji wanted to see him.
"Sure."
Fu Qian had no objections.
As their neighbor, he naturally knew the old man hadn't slept at all the night before. Even so, he seemed to have recovered quite well.
The Ji Clan was a top-tier family, after all. They had no shortage of resources.
"We've found traces of a suspected attacker."
In an elegant, old-fashioned sitting room, Ji Xun gave a serious account of their progress to Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang.
"He's very cunning. For now, we're just keeping an eye on him and haven't alerted him."
As he spoke, he even glanced at Fu Qian, as if casually.
Unfortunately, he couldn't tell anything from Fu Qian's appearance.
Before leaving, Fu Qian had already put his mask back on, leaving only his smooth, bald head to fuel people's imaginations.
It was important to know where to draw the line. Too much was as bad as too little.
A master and distinguished figure like him always had to maintain a certain bearing, even when revealing his identity.
"Where is he?"
Ji Liushuang's expression turned grave as she asked directly.
"Not far from where you were attacked. That man is clearly very bold."
Reluctantly pulling his gaze