Wang Xiaoliang said nothing, waiting for Yang Qingyu to continue.
"So I owe you an apology for this."
Wang Xiaoliang didn't respond. He wanted to make sure of something first.
"You had her watch me and report back to you?"
Yang Qingyu nodded.
"Yes."
She said it plainly, hiding nothing.
Wang Xiaoliang wasn't angry. He wasn't even particularly surprised. Wasn't this one of Liu Xinyu's methods? Wasn't Xie Hui an obvious example? Liu Xinyu had planted eyes around him. Xie Hui was one pair, and Jiahui was another.
Even after Xie Hui had been transferred away, wasn't Yi Jiahui still there?
When he had first found out about Xie Hui, it had indeed bothered him.
Later, he had come to understand.
There was a line in the Book of Fate-in managing people, begin with doubt, and wait until their task is complete.
Put plainly, trusting someone without reservations just because you employed them was a lie. The more important the task you entrusted to someone, the more closely you needed to watch them. After all, he was an important piece on Liu Xinyu's board, and ultimately his subordinate. Liu Xinyu hadn't done this because he distrusted him, but precisely because he valued him so highly.
This was Liu Xinyu's gift. Without the Book of Fate, he really wouldn't have understood it.
So Wang Xiaoliang had no intention of pursuing the matter. He simply followed up with a question.
"This wasn't your own idea, was it? Liu Xinyu asked you to do it?"
Yang Qingyu set her coffee on the tea table.
"At first, yes."
"And later?"
"Later, it was more that I wanted to know for myself."
Now Wang Xiaoliang really was a little surprised.
He took another look at Yang Qingyu. Had Liu Xinyu rubbed off on her?
"Why?"