"Don't worry, I'll call him in a bit. You need to keep Fu Nancheng steady on that side and try to get as much information as possible from him. You've been with him for over half a year now, maybe he has some feelings for you."
"Okay, I understand..."
...
Listening to the mother and daughter's conversation, Fu Nancheng let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the chair, with the back of his shirt soaked through.
No one knew how nervous he had been just moments ago.
It was only after the matter was exposed not long ago that he thought of this plan out of anxiety, using the truth he deduced to bluff Qiao Yun and Yang Peiyun.
Qiao Yun's mind wasn't as meticulous as Yang Peiyun's; she was young and timid.
So if their guess was correct, she was very likely to call Yang Peiyun for help.
Even if she didn't make a call, the mother and daughter would inevitably meet to talk about this issue.
