153 Forty-nine-level Pagoda_1
Tan Ying arrived earlier than expected.
Although Fu Qian had said it was a trivial matter, this person clearly did not seem to think so.
“I mentioned it to Qin Mingze, but he couldn’t get away,”
Tan Ying spoke as she walked, instantly drawing the attention of those around her, including Xu Meng in front of Fu Qian.
Seeing Tan Ying, Xu Meng’s expression instantly turned uncertain.
His gaze darted back and forth between Fu Qian and her, unable to help but speculate about their relationship.
“What’s going on?”
Tan Ying glanced at Xu Meng briefly before switching her gaze back to Fu Qian’s face.
“Nothing much, President Xu asked me to help find the murderer who harmed his son.”
“Since when did you become a private detective?”
Tan Ying looked puzzled.
“I am the murderer.”
…
“It was just an issue I needed to confirm with Mr. Fu.”
Xu Meng’s face darkened as if it would drip water, and after a long while, he finally spoke.
“Now it seems it was all just a misunderstanding, I have other things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”
“What exactly is going on?”
Watching Xu Meng leave, Tan Ying threw her bag onto the table and sat down next to Fu Qian.
“Overwhelmed with grief.”
Fu Qian recounted the situation briefly.
“So it was him, no wonder he looked a bit familiar!”
Tan Ying suddenly understood.
“You know him?”
“I’m aware of him, he has some influence in Lincheng, but I just couldn’t match the face with the name.”
Uh-huh.
Fu Qian nodded.
“He seemed to recognize you, though.”
“Can’t help it, some people just naturally become the center of attention.”
Tan Ying flicked her hair and cast a flirtatious look.
“This man has always had a bad reputation; it’s not surprising he would lash out like this when his son met with trouble out of the blue.”
It was clear that she never actually considered the possibility that Fu Qian might be responsible.
“But you don’t have to worry about it, as long as you have me, your sister, to protect you, he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you.”
So confident? As Young Master Qin said, Tan Ying’s family background is indeed extraordinary.
“But speaking of which, do I count as saving a life today?”
Tan Ying realized something, propped her chin with her hand, and looked at Fu Qian with a sly expression.
“That’s not incorrect,”
Fu Qian nodded, counting on his fingers.
“Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so you have built—”
He remembered the number of people Xu Meng brought with him.
“—a Forty-nine-level Pagoda.”
What?
Tan Ying frowned, obviously not quite understanding Fu Math, but she didn’t delve deeper into it.
“In that case, may I ask you for a favor?”
Tan Ying revealed an ambiguous look in her eyes.
“Go ahead.”
Although he didn’t owe Tan Ying any pagoda, Fu Qian was always clear about debts of gratitude.
Once before, he had asked her to send Pei Yanqing back, so he did owe Miss Tan a favor.
“Are you free the day after tomorrow?”
“Yes.”