Yu Shan watched Jian Ran walk away, his stride as outrageously cocky as ever, and could not help wondering, Is this brat messing with me?!
Would someone who loves money this much go to his death so easily?!
Besides... his own strength wouldn't allow it!
"Old man," Jian Ran suddenly turned around. "Are there any masters people in your plutocrat circles regularly consult in secret?"
His curiosity piqued, Yu Shan said, "...Hmm, I think so."
He stood up, puffing on his pipe, and hurried a few steps to catch up. "Some wealthy ladies go to these so-called masters in private when they want to ask for favors or harm someone."
"They never stirred up any bloodshed before, so I just took him for a fraud."
Jian Ran nodded slightly. "That's true."
However vicious Qin Hong was, summoning little ghosts for the fish in Zhong Fanrui's pond had only caused a nuisance, not killed anyone.
But things were different now...
Putting it all together made even more sense-the master had been replaced on the inside not long ago!
"Jian Ran, don't rush into anything. I'll get someone to investigate this." Yu Shan patted Jian Ran's shoulder. "We're friends despite our age difference. How could I stand by and watch you go to your death?!"
Jian Ran gave him a sidelong glance. "Even if you help me, don't expect me to join the Cultural Relics Bureau."
As though he had been seen right through, Yu Shan looked a little embarrassed. "I'm not that calculating!"
He paused, his smile turning somewhat ingratiating. "I just wanted to ask another favor. You did date Yu Fengyi for a while, after all. Well, could you help him..."
"No!" Jian Ran rolled his eyes. "I hold grudges."
With that, he quickened his pace, leaving a despondent Yu