"Simple. I'm interested in this legendary story that's about to unfold."
Faced with Yuan Shan's confusion, Fu Qian gave her an inscrutable smile.
"Didn't you hear me wishing them well? Are you questioning whether I meant it?"
"I'm not surprised you'd want to watch the drama unfold."
Yuan Shan shook her head, frowning at Fu Qian.
"I'm just trying to remind you of your situation. Maybe you should reconsider whether you'll have time to watch the show."
"Don't worry."
Chief Yuan's concern was sincere, and Fu Qian showed no impatience.
The next moment, he flipped his hand over and showed her a pale yellow note.
This was...
Yuan Shan took it and looked at the writing, frowning for a moment.
"It was in Brother Ross's pocket. He's clearly more interested in the casino staff's shift schedule than in the slot machines. He's got a pretty comprehensive list, too."
Fu Qian took the note back and motioned for Yuan Shan to follow.
"Judging by how efficiently they're carrying things out, I don't think it'll be long before they make their move."
"Compared with a story about getting rich overnight by wearing red underwear, I'd rather see some news from the gambling city that actually suits its character. So I'll do my best not to interfere."
While Yuan Shan was silent, the two of them had already walked past Ross, their steps leisurely and steady.
Ross instinctively followed their departing figures with his eyes, but eventually looked away and pulled a note from his pocket, adding a number to it.
"As you wish. But what are we doing now? Meeting the other people on Moxi's list?"
Realizing Fu Qian had returned the note and really was doing his utmost not to interfere with the operation, Yuan Shan sighed helplessly and asked