Did he have a preference for antiques? Feng Jun's lips twitched, and he softly spat out two words: "Bastard!"
Yu Zhiyuan turned to glance at him. "What, did you think of something?"
"Nothing." Feng Jun considered it, then ultimately shook his head. "Could he have thought I had antiques here?"
What came to mind was what had happened some time ago, but Bai Chuanmu's death would only cause trouble if word got out, so he decisively chose not to mention it.
Yu Zhiyuan gave him a suspicious look. His instincts told him Feng Jun was not telling the truth, but... the explanation did make sense. "If you do think of anything, contact me directly."
After finishing his conversation with him, Feng Jun turned around and called Xu Mansa. "Have you heard of Zhuang Shuai?"
"Zhuang Shuai... never heard of him." Xu Mansa sounded puzzled. "What does he do?"
Their call was actually being monitored. This was not merely directed at Feng Jun; "Zhuang Shuai" had already become a keyword, and anyone mentioning it might be flagged.
Feng Jun also considered that the call might not be confidential, so he answered vaguely, "Maybe... he's in your line of work?"
The moment Xu Mansa heard his tone, she guessed it was inconvenient for him to speak openly.
Her own business was not exactly aboveboard, so she was especially sensitive about such matters. She smiled and replied, "That sounds like a fake name, doesn't it? But fake names are common in our business... Do you have a photo of him?"
"A photo will do?" Feng Jun had not taken a picture of that guy on the day of the incident.
Xu Mansa added Feng Jun on ChatChat. After receiving the photo, she went silent.
But an hour later, she finally sent a message