"What exactly is going on?"
Yuan Shan, who had been following alongside them, was thoroughly confused.
Unfortunately, her teacher was clearly still dazed, as if he were still reliving the moment that pile of chips had vanished. His face was full of disappointment.
"Thank Midas for me."
Fu Qian was just as infuriating. Faced with Yuan Shan's eager, questioning gaze, he seemed to remember something, pulled his phone from his pocket, and tossed it to Ross, who was standing not far away.
Ross had followed them all the way out. His expression had been a little strange the whole time, and he seemed to recognize Henry.
Of course, his expression grew even stranger when he reached out and caught Fu Qian's phone.
"Didn't you... already thank him?"
He blinked as he asked.
"I did, but I'm worried the message won't get through. Good luck with your operation."
Fu Qian smiled at him, then left without another word.
"That person just now wasn't Midas?"
After being forced to walk a few steps in silence, Yuan Shan suddenly realized something and couldn't help but hiss under her breath.
It was certainly unexpected, but she remembered Fu Qian's words clearly: I'm worried the message won't get through.
In other words, he thought the person who'd been guiding him all this time wasn't Midas himself.
Judging by Ross's reaction, that guess actually seemed right.
How could that be? And where had this guy learned all that?
"Probably not, right?"
Fu Qian looked at Henry, the old man. Seeing that he was still somewhat dazed, he even offered him some comfort.
"It's fine. I was the one who asked for his opinion. I'm not the type to shirk responsibility."
"Hmph!"
The old man finally began to come around.
"That's right. That wasn't Midas."
"But