Even though Ding Lang was already gone, they had always considered him a great pianist. If Ding Lang really had done something so beastly, he would become a figure of mixed reputation in the history of world piano music.
"Boss, why wouldn't you let me speak?"
Gao Li said unhappily, "Master Lin is obviously a charlatan. If he were a skilled detective, he could have uncovered every piece of information he just mentioned."
"For example, Xu Tingting being Ding Lang's lover. If he had a hacker working for him, they could easily hack into Xu Tingting's phone and recover their chat history."
Even now, Gao Li did not believe Lin Fan was a genuine master.
In her view, every fortune-teller in the world was a fraud.
"While the officers are recovering Xu Tingting and Ding Lang's chat history, I can read your fortune, Gao Li."
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I wasn't particularly interested in bothering with you, but you just keep talking and talking, like a fly buzzing around me. I really can't take it anymore!"
"Your family fell apart because of a fortune-teller. From then on, you distrusted fortune-tellers, and as you grew up, your disgust for them became increasingly apparent."
"You would even go up and kick down their signs when you saw fortune-tellers on the street."
Those words were enough.
Gao Li instantly fell silent. Her pupils contracted slightly; clearly, she had not expected Lin Fan to bring up her childhood.
A moment later.
Her gaze fell on Ke Bei. "Boss, you've gone too far! That's my private business. How could you tell someone else?"
Gao Li was furious. In her view, there was no way Lin Fan could have learned these things through fortune-telling.
The likeliest explanation was that Ke Bei had